Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
"I need your pants off." I move away from her. "Lift your hips." She moves her hips up, and I peel the pants over her hips. When she has one foot out, I fall on her, my mouth sliding into her mouth.
The both of us moan now as I stand. She leans back and plays with herself as she watches me pull off my own pants along with my shoes and shirt. One hand pulls at her nipple while she sticks two fingers in her. I grab the jeans stuck on her leg and pull them off, her fingers coming out to rub her clit. She’s so fucking sexy as she bends her legs to the side, I climb back on the bed and lie down. “Sit on my face.”
"You don’t have to ask me twice." She throws one leg over my head and sinks her pussy onto my face. She falls forward, and her mouth takes my cock. I lick up and down, slipping in a finger with my tongue. She moves her hips over my face, my mouth sucking her clit. She takes my cock all the way into her mouth as she uses her hand to jerk me off. My fingers are drenched with her juices as I slide my finger up and slip it into her ass. "Yes," she says, letting go of my cock for a minute. She pushes back on my hand, and my fingers fuck her pussy and her ass. "I’m going to come," she says, and I pick up my speed, and my cock vibrates in her mouth as she moans out her orgasm.
"Get a condom," I say, flicking her clit with my tongue. She leans over to the side table and takes one out. I expect her to get up and hand me the condom, but instead, she rolls the condom down my shaft.
"Time for me to ride," she tells me, straddling my lap and holding my cock in one hand as she positions her pussy right over it. "I’ve been dreaming of this for the past three days," she says as she slides down my cock.
Chapter 27
Frances
The phone rings beside me, and I pick it up to see his name. "Hello," I say, the smile filling my face when I hear his voice.
"So she answers," he jokes, and I just laugh at him and lean back in my chair.
"For the record, I never not answered your phone call." It’s his turn to laugh.
"You just ignored my texts." I roll my eyes.
"I see you have a working phone." I look out of my office and see people leaving. Turning my wrist I see that it’s just after five.
"Yeah," he says. "Just got it. When are you going to be home?"
"Usually around eight." I get up to go stand by the window and look out at the sunset. "But I can leave the office in about thirty minutes."
"Do you want to come and have dinner at my place?"
"That depends," I say. "What does dinner entail?"
"Well, usually it includes food." He laughs, and I love the sound of it. "But I can slide in something else."
"I’d very much like you to slide in somewhere." My voice goes low.
"Come over when you finish work and bring a bag." I hear a car honk. "I’ll be waiting for you."
"See you soon." I hang up the phone and walk back to my desk. This morning, I woke up to his hand cupping my tit at the same time as he slid his cock up and down my slit. He fucked me hard and slow, and I loved every fucking second of it.
When I went to him last night, I didn’t have any idea what I was doing. The good news was neither did he, and when he touched me, everything inside went into place. We couldn’t keep our hands off of each other, and even during the night, when I would open my eyes and look over at him, I had to get closer to him, which followed with him fucking me fast and hard. I would be asleep by the time he got back from getting rid of the condom.
I finish what I’m doing and walk out of the office twenty minutes later, stopping at my house and getting a bag. This morning, I rushed back home to make sure I walked into the office at my regular time, and instead, I could have spent an extra hour with him. I park in the same spot I parked last night and get out, grabbing my bag as I walk to the front door. My hand comes up to ring the doorbell. He opens it two seconds later, dressed in shorts and a T-shirt. "Why didn’t you come right in?"
"Hello to you, too." I stand in front of him, tilting my head back, waiting for him to kiss me. He puts the hand not holding the door around my waist, pulling me to him as he slams the door behind me.