Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
The music shifted, and I moved with it, stroking my ass back and forth along his cock. After a moment, I heard the creak of leather and half opened his eyes.
His hands were lifting from the back of the couch.
I watched them coming towards me, knowing that he was about to cup my breasts. I knew I had to stop him, but I couldn’t seem to make my voice work. His palms were only inches from my breasts when I finally managed to croak, “No touching.”
He froze...and then reluctantly put his hands back on the top of the couch. I let out a shaky breath. My brain was running a continuous loop of exactly how it would have felt if those big hands had landed on my breasts: I could feel my nipples scraping his palms. If that had happened…
I wasn’t sure which I was more scared of: him losing control, or me.
I pushed off from the couch and turned around to face him, straddling his legs. My leggings might as well not have been there: I could feel every inch of his achingly hard cock. The arrow-shaped head was throbbing right up against the lips of my pussy.
I leaned forward and braced my hands either side of his head, still bucking and writhing to the music. We stared into each other’s eyes, and the raw heat in his gaze made my breathing go tight. The temptation to run my palms over those stubbled cheeks and lean in for his kiss…
His lips parted. I saw his eyes flick to my lips. Oh God…
I snapped myself out of it and quickly climbed onto the couch, kneeling up so that my mouth was out of range. But that brought my breasts dangerously close to his face. I went light-headed and just swayed there to the beat for a moment, imagining his lips on me.
Amvrosy. I suddenly realized that I hadn’t heard anything from him for a while. Maybe he’s gone. Maybe I can stop. “Is he still watching?” I whispered to Gennadiy.
“Understandably, his eyes are still glued to you,” growled Gennadiy. “Keep going.”
I swallowed and glared at him; at some point, I’d forgotten to keep glaring. I lowered myself atop him, his cock grinding between my thighs, and arched my back, thrusting my breasts forward. Then I leaned in. Both of us looked down at my breasts, watching them come closer and closer to his chest.
They brushed the firm muscle of his pec, shockingly warm even through his shirt. I could feel my nipple starting to pucker and harden. We stared into each other’s eyes, watching each other react to each new sensation, connected on a level I wasn’t sure I’d ever reached with anyone. I hate him, I repeated in my head. I hate him.
My ass was circling in time with the music, my pussy grinding against the head of his cock in a way that made me mushy. My upper body started circling, too, helpless, and my breasts stroked his chest, my nipples like pebbles, now. His breathing went shaky. “Yebat’,” he cursed. “You sexy, crazy little witch…” His cock hardened even more and twitched, pressing right between my folds, and I went heady. I felt like I was being carried on the tip of a huge, warm wave, and there was nothing I could do but hang on.
I reared up higher on my knees, bringing my breasts towards his face. I stared down at his gorgeous, sensual lower lip and went trembly, thinking about how it would feel when my nipple dragged across it. He’d lick me. And then… My breathing quickened. We were about to cross a line. Once his mouth was on my breast, his hands would be on my ass. And then...and then...
I rocked forward and moaned in pleasure as my nipple stroked across his cheek, heading for his mouth. At the last second, I glanced over my shoulder to see what Amvrosy was doing.
Amvrosy wasn’t there.
It was like waking from a dream. I jumped off Gennadiy’s lap and grabbed my bra from the floor. “How long has he been gone?” I hissed.
Gennadiy looked me right in the eye. “A while.” His voice was rough with lust.
“You lied to me!” I whispered.
He smirked. “Did you forget what I am?” He sat back, still breathing hard, and watched as I dressed. I glared at him as I pulled on my bra and crop top and then stormed out of the booth.
Amvrosy was at his desk in his office, doing paperwork. “You were in there a long time,” he said, and grinned. “I don’t want any of that when you’re working here. Not unless they pay extra.”
I scowled at him, then marched off up the stairs. I let the anger rise inside me, hoping it would wash away what happened in the booth. What had happened in there?