No Magic Moment (Secrets of Stone Book 4) Read Online Free PDF

bad. So perfect yet such torment.
    “Be still. Did you just roll your eyes? Do you need another reminder from the ruler?”
    “No!”
    I quickly covered my mouth with my hands. I’d spewed it way too fast, betraying my abhorrence of that particular punishment. Now he would keep it in his arsenal for sure.
    “Then what do you need, Miss Asher?”
    I concentrated on staying still. It was agony, since my sex was a quivering, shaking ball of need. “Your mouth. Your cock. Anything. Anything . My pussy needs you so badly!”
    He dug his fingers into my thighs, wrapping his big hands around to hold me in place while he dipped his head…and feasted on my soft flesh. My head lolled back and I moaned out loud. Oh God, it felt so good. Wet, slick slices of his expert tongue, making everything slip away as pleasure flooded, building a tidal wave of sensation like none other I’d experienced.
    This was, undoubtedly, going to be the best orgasm of my life.
    So close.
    So close .
    I was so lost in all the sensations, piling higher atop each other, that I barely understood when he smacked the ruler down again. It was like watching it happen to someone else…a comparison I’d always thought ridiculous, until now. When the sting set in, I realized it was indeed me.
    I glared at Michael. “What the— why ? What’d I do?”
    But as I blurted the words, he again started licking the place he’d struck. I flinched, thinking he had another sadistic hickey in mind, but this time, his tongue was warm and adoring. It felt like fire under my skin, moving right up to my pussy with the exact same effect as one of his spanks, except the beeline now zipped from my thigh to my core.
    He matched his knowing chuckle to my startled outcry. “My little student finally begins to learn her lesson.”
    “Yes. Yes, I’ve learned. And God, it feels so good.”
    “Mmmm. Yes.”
    “I just—I just—oh shit, Michael!”
    He switched from my thigh to my clit again, which was twenty times more sensitive. As he nibbled at my tender flesh, he pushed thick, skillful fingers into my entrance…one then two then three.
    I shuddered.
    Screamed.
    I was seconds from exploding, my hands buried in his soft, perfect hair. I couldn’t decide whether to push him off because the sensations were too much or hold him closer as I climbed to the edge.
    “You’re so close, little girl.”
    “Yes. Please don’t stop! Please…don’t…”
    “I have no such intention.” His voice was a low, knowing prowl. “You’re going to come for me, sugar. Harder than you ever have. And just when you come down from this one, I’m going to bend you over this sweet little desk and fuck you so hard, you’re going to beg me to stop.”
    “I—I can’t breathe. It’s so much…”
    “You can take it.”
    “No! Too much!”
    “ You can take it .”
    “I—”
    “Get ready, baby. It’s about to get better.”
    He slapped my thigh with the ruler again—in the same spot he’d impacted the other two times.
    Everything stopped. There were no feelings at all. Until the hot flood came. Pain. Pleasure. Then more pain. It stung so much, until he licked the whole area with the flat of his tongue. His palm came next, spreading the sweet heat into my skin—until he hit the button on overload again by pinching the same spot. My skin was so red and tender, and it was amazing.
    And not over.
    His mouth settled back in on my clit, sucking it in, peppering me with bites and kisses in between. “Come for me, baby. Do it all over my tongue. Let me drink you in.”
    “Fuck!” I screamed. “God, yes! Like that!”
    He pulled my bundle in tighter, suctioning it exactly as I’d treated his dick with my mouth. He knew I loved it like that, and took full advantage of the secret. Pressure built then burst, sending me over the top. The orgasm drenched every nerve ending in my body. He was right. I’d never felt anything so damn good in my whole life.
    Just as my body settled down, he again