Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
She’s silent for several moments. “I’m proud of you. For taking that step.” She holds me tight and there is no better feeling in this world than being squeezed in this woman’s arms. Being told she’s proud of me. “You’re so brave.”
“A brave man isn’t that rough with a woman.”
“I told you I liked it,” she whispers.
My body reacts like it’s been electrified, my cock stretching long and nasty in my briefs. “I’d quit talking like that, unless you want to be late for work.” I turn around, the beauty of her face knocking the breath out of me. She affects me so severely, my hand is shaking as I tilt her chin higher with my index finger. “I don’t think ‘my boyfriend needed an extra hour to raw dog me’ is an excuse your boss would accept.”
“Theo.” She blushes to the roots of her hair. “I don’t even know what that means.”
I brush her hair back, lowering my mouth so I can whisper in her ear. “It means to fuck you without a condom. And be real goddamn dirty about it.”
“Oh.”
I walk her backward until she’s up against the wall, trapped between it and my body, my face grinding into the slope of her neck, licking the sugar cookie scent of her and swallowing it, hoping to keep the taste of her with me all day long. “Quit looking at me like that or I’m going to come, July.”
“Sorry.”
I bash the wall with the heels of my hands. “I don’t have a change of clothes.”
“I know.”
“God, I want to fuck you silly right now,” I growl.
She whimpers. “Me too. I just…the presentation a-and—”
With a guttural roar, I pull her off the wall and out of the bedroom. I’ve already done enough damage. I’m not going to cause my girlfriend to lose her job, too. Or be the reason she loses valuable working hours when she has a big opportunity coming up. Even if I do want to spend the day giving her leg-shaking orgasms. “I’m going to walk you right to the door of your building,” I say, once she’s checked her purse and slipped her feet into her office shoes, meeting me at the front door. I tell myself to resist the possessive urges wracking my being, but I can’t and…I don’t think she wants me to deny those feelings she inspires. So I reach under her skirt—a sensible one this time—and take firm hold of her sexy little pussy. “Any man comes within ten feet of this at work today, you’re going to call me. I’ll come handle the disrespect.”
Her eyes struggle to stay open. “I-I can just tell them I have a—”
“Don’t say it out loud. Just think it,” I growl, my balls pressing together on high alert. Boyfriend. That word, where July is concerned, is like waving a red flag in front of a bull. It has a direct line to my dick and every base instinct I possess, because it means she’s mine. I’m obsessed with being her boyfriend. I’m obsessed, period. “I want you back on the sidewalk outside your building at five o’clock.” I squeeze her mind-blowing cunt until she cries out, her panties turning sodden against my palm, her teeth sinking into her plump bottom lip. “I might just bring this home and lick it all fucking night. How about that?”
“Y-yes,” she stammers, her nipples peaking against the front of her blouse. “But I want you inside me, too.”
“Is that right?”
She nods, her mouth open and gasping. “I want my boyfriend to fuck me.”
Game over.
I actually black out for a few seconds and when I regain consciousness, July is up against the door and I’m wrenching her skirt up to her waist. “I told you not to say that word,” I snarl, working her panties down over those full ass cheeks, then giving up the battle to get them onto the floor, simply ripping them off in my hand. “Now I need to come in your pussy, July. Now I need to fuck your pretty little brains out. Are you happy?”
“Yes,” she moans as I throw her high against the door, rattling the hinges, my hips notching in tight between her thighs, her thighs, her smooth fucking thighs that are so perfectly molded for my body, hugging my hips with tenacity while I fumble with my zipper, our mouths locked and panting, sweat beginning to pour down my back. “Fuck me, Theo,” she whispers, her eyes glazed with lust. “Fuck me so hard that when I walk in late, they know exactly what I was doing. And exactly who I was with.”
I bellow into a kiss, almost losing my seed prematurely.
She’s some kind of miracle, my July. A sweet, innocent girl who discovered last night that she likes rough, rude sex. I have a moment of fleeting regret over the fact that I’m the bastard who stole her wide-eyed purity and replaced it with hunger for pleasure, but it passes very quickly as I sink into her too-tight cunt and listen to her wail my name, her thighs flexing violently around my hips. “Tight and horny, aren’t you.” I surge forward, pinning her as securely as possible to the wall and hit her with some upthrusts. “You just want to make Daddy crazy, don’t you?”