Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
“Not yet, you’re not. I want you delirious with need, ready to scream my name and beg for me.” My thumb slides over the head of my cock, gathering the moisture to glide along my length, and I grip myself tighter.
“Matthew, I’m so close.” If I don’t move this along, she’ll be done before I know it. Given the time, plus her work schedule, I doubt very seriously she’ll be ready to go again.
“Slip a finger inside your pussy for me, kitten.” My hips lift up, and I start fucking myself into my fist, twisting my wrist each time I move my hand downward.
“I… I… I’ve never done that before,” she stutters in not only her words but with her ministrations. I know we both stop for a moment.
“It’s up to you how far we take this, Letty. I’ll take you any way I can have you.”
“I’ve never wanted to, until now.” My head sinks back into the chair I’m sitting in, eyes closing as my breathing turns harsher with every passing minute.
“Fuck me, the minute I get you beneath me, my tongue is going to lick every ounce of wetness from you, and when you’re digging your heels into my back, I’ll wrap my mouth around your clit. You’ll be so close to coming by then that once I slide a finger inside you, you’ll explode on a dime.” I bet she’s tight as fuck, and her fingers are a hell of a lot smaller than mine.
“Oh god, this feels…” She trails off for a moment, and I’m immediately thrown into the fantasy. My shoulders would be wedged between her spread thighs, opening her as wide as I can, only pulling away from using my mouth so I can watch as she takes one finger.
“How does it feel, kitten?” I mutter, so close to tipping over the edge and coming like a pubescent teenage boy trying to slip a condom on the first time he does anything with a girl.
“So good, snug, and I’ve barely reached my second knuckle.” I groan, wishing like hell it were my finger inside her.
“Use your other hand to work your clit. Slide your fingers up and down for me. I’m right there with you, it’s me working your pretty pussy, your hands clawing at my head, heels digging in, body shaking, making my cock ache to take you fast and hard. I won’t, though, not the first time. I’ll make it last, allow you to adjust to me inch by inch, only going further once you plead for more. Fuck, kitten, the thought of sinking inside you, your skin against mine, your breath on my lips—” I’m interrupted in finishing everything I’m more than ready to do when I hear her. The water is sloshing more now than before, probably flinging over the side of the edge, saturating the floor and making a mess she’ll have to clean up. Hopefully, Letty isn’t too upset about that once she’s ready to get out of the tub.
“Matthew. God. I’m right there.” Yeah, and so am I.
“Not Matthew. Damn sure not god, kitten. Daddy.” I wait for her response, pushing well beyond the envelope.
“Daddy,” she whispers on a long sigh as she comes.
“Fuck yeah, kitten. I’m coming right along with you.” My cock pulses, the head turning a deeper red, and I watch as spurt after spurt coats my hand, stomach, and thighs. It will be fun explaining to the dry cleaner what the white substance is that is staining my dress pants. So fucking worth it, though.
“I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard before in my life.” There’s a drunk fuck to her tone, doing nothing to calm down the haze of need I have for Letty.
“Same, but imagine us together, kitten.” I don’t bother cleaning myself up. There’s no point. My clothes are ruined, and I’ll need a shower. And there are still a couple of more files to look at before I turn in for the night.
“That might kill me.” Letty stays quiet for a moment, a bit longer than I’d like after what we just did together. Waiting her out is damn near excruciating, yet I do. “Um… has anyone ever told you you’re bossy?” My laugh echoes through the room in my penthouse apartment, reminding me yet again that I’m alone when I could have Letty here with me.
“Yeah, kitten. Just about everyone I know, but I have a feeling you like my kind of bossy.” I lower my voice when I hear her moan. I’m noting it happens every time I use the pet name I gave her, and then there’s how she detonated when the word daddy left my lips.
“I still don’t know if I should be doing this. I can’t risk my job with Ophelia, and I’m not even going to touch on the subject of the massive tip you left me.” She ignores my statement and dives into another problem that isn’t really one to begin with.