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)
“Fuck,” I whisper. “Yes, Daddy. Yes.”
The scene in my mind shifts, and now he has me bent over, one hand on my waist, the other pulling my hair good and hard. The sound of our bodies slapping together as he fucks me echoes in my ears, and I cry out as I drive my fingers as far as I can get them. I shudder as I picture him slapping my ass and yanking even harder on my hair, pulling my head back almost painfully.
As I plunge my fingers into my opening, I imagine his hand trailing up my back, then encircling my throat. He squeezes hard as he buries his cock to the hilt inside of me. A smile crosses my lips, and I shudder, my pussy growing hotter and wetter as my fantasies play out in my mind.
“Yes, Daddy,” I groan. “Harder. Give it to me hard, Daddy.”
I’m dripping wet and know I’m going to have to change my sheets, but I can’t stop. With the image of Tyson pounding me from behind while pulling my hair and choking me firmly fixed in my mind, my fingers have taken on a life of their own. One hand continues working my clit while I pump two fingers in and out of my pussy, my shuddering cries growing louder and more intense. I feel the pressure building up inside me as I hurtle toward the edge of bliss.
In my mind, Tyson is back on top of me, staring into my eyes, his hard, toned body hovering just above mine. He’s still got a hand around my throat, and the veins on his neck stand out as he fucks me with a hard, steady rhythm that sends shockwaves of pleasure washing through every corner of my body. My skin feels like it’s on fire as I imagine his rigid length plumbing my most intimate depths.
As I reach the precipice, I quickly pull a pillow over my face, biting it savagely. For a moment, I hover at the crescendo and am weightless. With one more touch of my clit, I topple over the edge. I thrash and writhe wildly as I come, the pillow helping to muffle my cries. My stomach is turning somersaults, and it feels like I’ve got raw electricity flowing through my veins as I come harder than I ever have before.
Slowly, my orgasm ebbs, leaving me shaking, my skin damp with perspiration, and a puddle between my thighs. Deep down, I know fantasizing about being with Tyson is wrong. He’s not one of the good guys, and I shouldn’t be thinking about fucking him. I know myself well enough to know that train of thought isn’t going to lead me anywhere good. But I can’t stop. The more I try to stop thinking about him, the more I can’t stop thinking about him.
I close my eyes and laugh softly to myself, still basking in the afterglow of my orgasm. Every nerve ending in my body tingles, and my stomach is still rippling with pleasure. In the silence that envelops me, I tell myself that fantasies are one thing, reality is another. And so long as I don’t succumb to temptation, there’s no harm in pretending. It’s just a fantasy. Fuel for when I pleasure myself that I enjoy far more than porn. That’s all it is.
Right?
7
TYSON
It’s been a few days since I got Tabitha off in my car, and I haven’t heard from her. I sent her a text the next day just to make sure she was okay, but she hadn’t returned it. She seemed pretty freaked out when she ran off, so I’m going to give her a little bit of space to process what happened between us. But I’m not going to let her have too much space.
In the meantime, to keep my mind off her, I’ve thrown myself into work. It hasn’t helped much. No matter how hard I try to keep from thinking about her, I keep hearing Tabitha’s whimpers and moans. Can’t stop remembering the way she moved and writhed as I fingered her. Can’t help but recall her soft, pillowy lips and the feeling of her tongue in my mouth. Just thinking about it now gets me hard as fuck.
“Hey, boss.”
Marco’s voice is an instant erection killer and thank fuck for the distraction. I’ve jerked off to my memories of Tabitha coming all over my fingers so much in the last few days, I’m feeling a little raw. I look up from the papers on my desk to see Marco standing in the doorway to my office, an amused smirk playing across his lips.
“What is it?” I ask.
“You’re not going to believe this.”
He doesn’t say anything more, so I raise my eyebrows, waiting for him to go on. All he does is stand there with a stupid grin on his face. Needed distraction or not, I’m not in the mood for this kind of stupid guessing game bullshit.