Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 83550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“Stop teasing.” The words come out sounding more like a groan. “We both know I need something thicker.”
With my other hand, I give her ass a little smack. “I know you do. Something meatier. Something that will fill you up and satisfy you.”
“Yes.”
Unable to wait a second longer, I yank down my boxers and free my cock. I’m so damn hard. Seeing Holland like this has me teetering on the edge.
I’ve never craved anyone the way I do her. The bitch of it is that I have no idea if I’ll ever feel this way about anyone else. I want to fuck the all-consuming need right out of me, but I have the sneaking suspicion it’s not possible.
Unwilling to dwell on the prospect, I shove that thought from my head and focus on the way she’s stretched out before me with her ass in the air.
She’s fucking perfection.
I pump my dick a few times until pre-cum leaks from the tip. Only then do I step close enough to smack the bulbous head against her crevice. A shiver slides through her as I do it for a second time in a different spot. Clear fluid trails across her skin. And I fucking love it.
I want to mark this girl as my own.
Even though I have no idea if that will ever be the case.
But for this sliver of a moment, that’s exactly what she is.
Mine.
“Stop playing around and fuck me hard.” She arches, tipping her backside so I can see even more of her glistening pussy. “I think it’s what we both need.”
She’s right about that.
It’s exactly what we need.
I pull a condom from my back pocket before sliding the rubber over my hard length. As soon as I’m covered, I press the head of my cock into her entrance and lock my fingers around her bound wrists, holding them tight as I slide deep inside her, filling her to the brim. We both groan as I hold myself perfectly still.
She’s so damn wet.
And warm.
The way her inner muscles clench around my shaft makes it difficult to maintain control.
I withdraw before thrusting back inside. Over and over, I grind against her, feeling the slap of my balls against her pussy.
“God, that feels so good. Please don’t stop.”
I pick up my pace, giving her more of what she asked for. Wanting to give her every damn thing she needs.
When my balls draw up against my body, I know it won’t be long before I find my release. What I won’t do is get there before her. One hand skims from her hip around to her clit, where my fingers begin rubbing circles over the sensitive nub. A few soft caresses are all it takes for her to come undone and me to follow her right over the edge and into oblivion.
I come so hard that stars dance behind my eyelids, and I nearly black out.
The last spasm racks my body as my muscles turn slack and I collapse on top of Holland. My teeth scrape across her shoulder blade. The last thing I want to do is leave the comforting warmth of her pussy, but as I glance around, I realize we’re in someone’s office. And who knows if that person will make an unexpected appearance.
I press my lips to the delicate skin at the nape of her neck before straightening. As soon as I slip free, I remove the condom and toss it in the trash can. After tucking myself back inside my boxers, I pull up my jeans and zip the fly. Holland doesn’t move a muscle. I unwind the thong from her wrists before massaging the fragile flesh and checking for marks. Her skin is a little red from the fabric sliding against it but nothing more. After helping her to straighten up, I grab a few tissues to wipe up the mess.
As I stare at her naked body, I can’t help but take in her disheveled appearance. Her auburn hair is a tumbled mess around her face and her makeup is a little smudged. It’s almost as if the mask she normally wears has fallen away, leaving her completely exposed. The vulnerable picture she makes tugs at my heart in a way I couldn’t have imagined months ago.
I don’t want her to be the one behind the messages.
The one out to ruin me.
“What are you thinking about?” The question is tentative, as if she’s able to read me. Or has a sixth sense about the direction my thoughts have turned.
I close the distance between us before wrapping my fingers around her chin and lifting it so I can stare into her eyes. “Did you see the message today?”
Emotion flickers across her face. It’s there and gone before I can fully decipher what it means. “I did. I’m sorry.”
“What are you sorry for? You’re not the one behind it, right?”