GLASS_ A Standalone Novel - Arianne Richmonde Page 0,5
brushes past my opening.
“So wet, Janie. So fucking sexy. You make me rock hard. I don’t know if I can stop myself fucking you. My cock’s throbbing, can you feel it? Throbbing beneath your tits. It wants to ram itself inside that tight little pussy of yours.” His finger is stroking my entrance now. I’m soaking. I can hear soft yielding noises coming from inside me as Daniel runs his finger along my pussy.
“Get ready, Janie – brace yourself.”
I feel the paperback slap my behind. Not too hard, but it does sting. Then he softly strokes the lips down there and slips his finger inside me. The smooth with the rough. All I can think about is Daniel ramming his erection into me. Hard.
“Ready, you naughty little girl who doesn’t feed herself properly and who goes to bed with wet hair. One, two . . .”
I tense as the book slaps down on my butt again, this time harder. I cry out.
“Again?”
“Yes,” I moan. This is so erotic.
He whacks me once more, and this time it hurts. “Enough?” he asks me.
“More,” I murmur, wanting to be brave.
“No. You’ve been punished enough. I need to kiss it all better now.” He cocks up my leg. Turns me around so I am no longer sidesaddle, so to speak, but straddling him with my face down, still looking at the floor, but my thighs splayed on either side of his legs. My butt is high in the air and he lifts it up to his face.
“Got to lick this tight little pussy,” he says in a low voice, and his tongue starts to slowly, deliberately circle my clit.
I’m groaning and crying out with pleasure as it flicks about me, teasing me, darting its way in and out, and I begin to writhe with bliss. His thumbs are splaying my lips open as his mouth is sucking, then blowing between my legs. Softly. I’m throbbing and pulsating—the feeling is incredible. Then he lies back on the bed and pulls me right on top of his face.
“Unbutton my jeans,” he commands, and I fumble desperately around his crotch, frantically unbuttoning his fly opening. I feel his hard bulge and it makes me gasp. He swirls his tongue around my clit again and I hear myself meow like a cat.
“Push yourself up on all fours,” he directs, and I maneuver myself above him. I’m pulling his pants down to his knees, and open up his boxer briefs without taking them off. I free his erection through the soft combed-cotton and take him in my mouth, rimming my tongue around the soft head of his crown.
“I always loved the number 69,” he says with a laugh.
I run my lips along his smooth length, kissing as I go. I have only ever done this once before. But it was different then. This time I have Daniel Glass on the tip of my tongue. And like glass, it can be dangerous—it scares me.
“You’re so big,” I breathe.
He spins me around again by my waist as if I’m a doll, and I’m now on top of him, facing him, my lips on his lips. He has me staring into his eyes. “I want you to ride me,” he demands. “Ride me hard. I want you to come around me until your delicate little body can’t stand it anymore.”
He presses his hand into his jeans’ pocket and pulls out a condom packet. “Put this on me, Janie.”
“I don’t really know how,” I reply.
“Please don’t tell me you’ve never done this before. You’re not a virgin, are you?”
“Of course not, I’m twenty-one,” I protest.
“Well you never know,” he says with a crooked grin. “You could be religious . . . or something.”
“I don’t think you’ll find many virgins over the age of eighteen,” I say, as if I’ve had all the experience in the world. The truth is, I have only ever had sex with one boy, and that ended a year ago. But I don’t want Daniel to know that. I want him to think of me as worldly.
He pushes me off him. “Come to think of it, you’re too young, Janie,” he mumbles. “What was I even thinking?” But the mumble is to himself. He kisses me softly but then says, “No, Janie, no, I can’t do this to you. You’re too young. Too vulnerable.”
Hot. Cold. I can’t stand the torture.
He’s killing me softly with this kiss, Killing Me Softly with his words, the tune swims in my mind—all I