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)
“I…” she hiccups, taking me like such a good girl, her tits jiggling around in her white blouse. “I think I do want to make you crazy. Is that bad?”
Watching her discover her sexual preferences while I’m ten inches deep is a gift I never expected to receive. “It’s a good kind of bad, baby,” I manage raggedly, drilling her against the door with inexcusable force, our tongues meeting to lap at one another, her eyes lighting up over the filth, over the depravity with which I’m plowing to the hilt, her pussy making wetter and wetter sounds, the door bumping loudly in its frame. “Listen to how much that creamy little thing enjoys my cock.”
“I love it,” she whimpers.
“Yeah?” I bare my teeth against the shell of her ear. “Stay still while I grind in it.” I pump all the way in and rub my balls with relish against the smooth underside of her, tightening those sacks to the point of agony. Sweet, sweet agony. Her thighs convulse wildly in response, her back attempting to arch off the wall, but I don’t allow it, using my body to keep her flat, rasping a breath into her neck. “I said, stay still.”
“I can’t,” she screams. “I can’t!”
“Does that make you need to come?” I ask, hitting her with mean little fucks now, only exiting her a small amount, before shoving back in, rougher each time, and I know by the way she’s suddenly clawing at me, I’m hitting her G-spot.
“Theo. Theo. Theo!”
“What, little girl?” I slap her ass from below, the sharp sound echoing around the room. “Tell Daddy the problem. Is that cock just too fucking nice?”
“Yes!” July starts to cry, which swamps me with alarm, until I realize it’s…a good cry. It’s the breaking point of pleasure on display. I know that because her legs turn into a vise around my hips and my dick drips with telltale juice, her core flexing around me so hot and insanely snug, I can only do my best to hold on, not to blow too soon.
“Baby wants to walk into the office smelling like that jealous boyfriend dick?” I grind harder, pressing a snarl into her fragrant hair. “Believe me, I’m more than happy to make that happen. You want sticky thighs are a sore cunt from nine to five? Let’s go.”
Intuition tells me she’s on the brink of an orgasm and I’m proven right a second later when her tear-covered face goes almost peaceful as she passes over the jagged hill of lust into relief, her body trembling so beautifully, my own eyes become coated in a sheen just watching her cross over to bliss. Bliss I gave her with my body. And I take my own, erupting while memorizing her expression of satisfaction and knowing I’m responsible, my cock filling her with the substance that built inside me overnight while I held her and leaking all over the ground in gratifying splats, pressure leaving my loins in tidal waves, again and again until my legs are on the verge of buckling.
“It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay,” I chant against her forehead, holding her steady while she recovers. “I’ve got you.”
Those words ring true. Truer than anything ever has in my life.
But there’s an urgency growing inside of me now, telling me to earn her.
Do what I need to do to keep her safe. From everything. Even me.
And that’s exactly what I plan to do.
CHAPTER
ELEVEN
July
I’m half an hour late to work.
I’ve never even been one minute late.
My reflection looks back at me from the elevator doors, a woman with a distinctly mysterious look in her eye, some light bruising on her jaw from her boyfriend’s demanding grip, a skirt that hugs curves that I never stopped to appreciate before. My hair is up in a top knot, slightly mussed, my mouth noticeably swollen.
I smile back at myself, laughing under my breath.
Who would have thought it?
I’m a sex kitten.
A sex enthusiast, to be honest. Perhaps I’ve only made love twice in my whole life, but those two times seemed…advanced. Newbie or not, I’m competing at the professional level and oh my goodness, I’m not just competing, I’m winning. I can still feel the hugeness of him inside me, his soldier’s body mashing me into the door, his hips slamming up into me so frantically, I swore he would die without me to satisfy him. And lord, that’s a heady feeling. One that I covet…in a somewhat dark and twisted way.
I don’t know how I’m going to focus on work today.
I might just bring this home and lick it all fucking night. How about that?
My knees snap together and I moan…
And I’m still moaning when the elevator doors open.
Vikander and Dierdre stare back at me.
“Oh!” I clear my throat, willing the pinkness to flee my complexion. “Sorry, I was meditating. Terrible commute. That’s why I’m late.” Stop rambling. Can’t. “And now I’m meditating to calm the stress. Have you tried meditating? Does wonders.”