Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 24355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
He doesn’t even give me a chance to recover from such an intense and powerful orgasm. Instead, he stands up and pulls his cock out. Still holding me down hard on his desk, Tyson presses the tip of his cock against my swollen, throbbing opening. I turn my head, looking up at him and seeing him flash me a wolfish smile as he thrusts his hips, piercing me with his dick. My eyes widen, and my breath is driven from my lungs as he fills me up.
“Oh my God,” I cry.
Tyson grabs hold of my hair and yanks my head backward as he starts to pump his hips, fucking me in a hard, steady rhythm. He’s so big and thick that it’s almost painful as he stretches me open. At the same time, that slight pinch of pain only makes the sensation of his cock sliding along my inner walls all the more intense.
“Yes, Daddy,” I croak. “Fuck me just like that. Give it to me harder.”
“You’re a dirty little girl, Tabitha.”
My lips curl back in a seductive smile as he continues pounding me. With one hand still pulling my hair, Tyson’s other hand slides down my back, and he begins teasing my ass again. He circles it with his thumb, then presses it in, stretching my second hole open as well, drawing a long, shuddering cry from my mouth. Tyson fucks me and thumbs my ass harder, and it feels so incredible, my head is spinning. The sharp slap of our bodies crashing together rings in my ears, a sound so erotic, it’s got my juices running down my thighs.
I can’t believe this is happening. I came here to tell him this wasn’t going to happen again. I was firm and had made up my mind. But somewhere between telling him I wasn’t going to see him again and actually walking away, something in my brain shifted. Being so near to the man and looking into those cold, steely eyes of his unlocked a door inside of me I hadn’t even known was there. Once that door opened, I was flooded with desire. With lust. With hunger. With need. And here we are.
“Give it to me, Daddy,” I say.
His body tenses and a low grunt bursts from his mouth. I can tell he likes the way I’m talking to him and feel him swelling inside of me. A smile touches my lips, and in response, Tyson yanks my head backward savagely, making me moan salaciously. This is everything I’ve fantasized about and more. He thrusts deep into me. My eyes roll back in my head, and I let out a throaty groan as I come again, even harder than the first time.
Caught in the throes of my orgasm, my breathing is ragged, and my head is spinning. Tyson is gritting his teeth, the veins on the side of his neck standing out as he tries to hold back the inevitable, wanting to prolong the moment, which somehow turns me on even more, and a fiendish little smile touches my lips.
“Come for me, Daddy,” I gasp. “Fill me up. Give me your come, Daddy.”
A deep growl rumbles in his chest, and he throws his head back. His cock pulses and then explodes, filling me with a flood of his warm, sticky seed. I shudder and lean back, pressing myself against him as I feel his long, thick rod twitching, emptying himself into me. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, and I shudder.
We remain like that for several long, blissful moments. Eventually, his cock softens, and he pulls out of me, leaving me feeling an unexpected emptiness, and I long to have him inside of me again. I stand up and look up at him in amazement. A cocky half-grin touches his lips as he leans forward and gives me a soft, chaste kiss. I pull back and look deeply into his eyes, a host of competing thoughts and emotions swirling inside me.
“This is going to be complicated,” I say.
“The best things in life always are.”
9
TYSON
Soft jazz music from my playlist plays on the Bluetooth speaker on the small table in the corner of the room. I hum along with the song as I go over my latest numbers. Everything is looking pretty good. Ordinarily, there are minor discrepancies. Not much. Just enough to tell me a few of my guys are skimming a bit off the top.
Normally, I don’t really care. It’s the cost of doing business with dirtbags. They tend to steal and think they’re smart enough to get away with it. They’re not. I just usually look the other way so long as their fingers don’t get too sticky. But having everything lining up to the penny is rare. Makes me think word about my dispute with Rico and Dawson has gotten around, and my employees are going to act straight. At least for a little while.