Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Without a word, Stuart began to work my bottom and my pussy. His strong fingers kneaded my sore flesh, sending sparks of mingled pain and pleasure radiating through my body. I swallowed hard, chewed my lower lip, wrinkled my nose, determined to remain silent, to maintain some shred of dignity. As his expert touch explored me, though, I found my resolve crumbling rapidly.
Stuart’s fingers ran up and down my slick inner lips, teasing and probing with maddening precision. When he slipped two fingers inside me, curling them to stroke that spot that made my knees weak, a moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. The sound seemed to echo in the quiet office, and I flushed with renewed embarrassment.
But that was only the beginning. Stuart’s thumb found my clit, circling it with just the right pressure to make my hips buck involuntarily. His other hand continued to knead my punished bottom, the sting of the paddling heightening every sensation.
I tried to stifle my cries, but it was useless. As Stuart’s fingers worked their magic, I found myself moaning louder than I ever had in my life. My voice sounded foreign to my own ears—wanton, desperate, needy.
“That’s it,” Stuart murmured, his voice low and husky. “Let me hear how much you want it.”
His words, the first he had spoken in long, hot minutes, fueled the fire building inside me. I whimpered as he withdrew his fingers, only to gasp sharply as I felt them probing at my back entrance. I clenched instinctively, but Stuart was relentless. He circled the tight ring of muscle, applying steady pressure until the tip of one finger slipped inside.
“Such a tight little asshole,” he growled. “I bet you’ve never had anything in here before, have you?”
I shook my head frantically, beyond words, thinking despite myself of Grace and Jacob, Georgette and Michael. The feeling was so foreign, so dirty—and yet, to my shock and shame, intensely arousing.
Stuart chuckled darkly. “We’ll have to change that soon. But for now…”
He resumed his ministrations on my clit and pussy, his fingers moving with expert precision. All the while, that single digit remained inside my ass, a constant reminder of my complete surrender to his will.
“Look at you,” Stuart continued, his voice dripping with lust and authority. “Your cunt is dripping for me. Such a greedy little hole, so desperate to be filled.” He punctuated his words by thrusting his fingers deeper inside me. “And this tight ass of yours? I can feel it clenching around my finger. You love this, don’t you? Being spread open, totally at my mercy.”
I moaned helplessly, my hips rocking back against his hand. Every filthy word he uttered sent another jolt of arousal through me. I was lost in a haze of sensation, teetering on the edge of an orgasm more intense than any I’d ever experienced.
“Oh, no,” Stuart said, his voice seeming to come from miles away. “Not yet, you little whore. You’ll come when I let you.” He pulled his hand away.
“Oh, god… please…” I gasped.
“Is there something you’d like to ask for, Miss Mitropoulos?” His hand returned, rubbing a circle on my right ass cheek with maddening gentleness.
“Please…”
I swallowed down the saliva that wouldn’t seem to quit in my mouth, as if every part of my body wanted, shamefully, to submit to Stuart. Could I say it? Could I actually…
The words came out while I was still telling myself I couldn’t say them.
“Please fuck me. Please… oh, god… please… I…”
CHAPTER 14
Melissa
“Shh, little whore,” Stuart said, his voice gently soothing and terribly mocking at the same time. “I know how badly you need it. I’ll fuck this sweet little cunt even though you didn’t wax it properly for me.”
The words sent a deep shudder through my body. I felt his hands leave me, and then heard the sound of a zipper being lowered. My heart raced, a mix of anticipation and trepidation coursing through me.
I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against the opening of my desperately needy vagina. Despite my arousal, I felt myself tense up as I sensed the sheer size of his penis. Stuart was big—much bigger than any man I’d been with before.
“Relax,” Stuart murmured, his hands gripping my hips firmly. “Take a deep breath.”
I tried to obey, forcing my muscles to loosen. Stuart pushed forward slowly, stretching me open. I gasped at the intensity of the sensation—the slight burn as he entered me, the incredible fullness.
“That’s it,” Stuart growled. “Take all of me.”
He continued pressing forward until he was fully sheathed inside me. I panted, overwhelmed by the feeling of being so completely filled. Stuart held still for a long moment, allowing me to adjust.
Then he began to move.
His thrusts started slow and measured, but quickly built in speed and force. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure radiating through my body. My fingertips scrabbled for purchase on the smooth surface of the desk, struggling to stay upright as Stuart pounded into me relentlessly.