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)
“What are you thinking about?” Theo asks, his tongue dragging a path up the slope of my throat, teeth razing the patch of sensitive skin beneath my ear.
“I’m thinking…you make me feel powerful in a place I often feel powerless.”
For a snippet of time, he looks overcome. After a hard swallow, he says, “You do the same for me, July. I was in a world where I felt powerless. Lost.” He shakes his head. “But as long as I’ve got you, I’m a goddamn king.”
“You’ve got me,” I whisper against his mouth. “You’ve so got me.”
We kiss long and hungrily, right there in the aisle adjacent to my desk, his big hands molding my backside, giving it the occasional slap, the strike vibrating all the way to my wet sex, leading to me moaning and sinking deeper into the kiss, starved for his tongue.
“Where are you doing your presentation on Friday?” he asks, abruptly.
“Um…the conference room,” I respond, sending a confused glance over his shoulder toward the room in question. “Why?”
“Got an idea,” he says, turning on a heel and carrying me through the cubicles. The sun has begun to set, leaving the office in a hazy darkness, nothing like its usual artificial brightness, making the moment feel like a dream, especially when Theo kicks open the door to the conference room, using his foot to shut it behind us. In the near dark, he reaches beneath my skirt, taking a few moments to massage my hips, my cheeks, before pulling down my panties, sliding them slowly, slowly, to my ankles where I step out. Before I can take a breath, he yanks my skirt up to my waist with rough hands, settling me on the long table, moving a chair out of the way, so he can drop down to a kneel in front of me.
“What are you d-doing?” I pant, because I pretty much already know the answer to my question and my body tightens in preparation, my thighs already beginning to tremble.
“Scoot to the edge and let Daddy see that extra-tight pussy.”
I do what he tells me, because my body is compelled by the authority in his voice, the obsession in it, my bare buttocks dragging along the cool surface of the table and stopping at the very edge. “W-we’re really going to do this…here?”
“Fucking right we are.” He settles his palms on my knees and pushes them open, gritting a curse behind his teeth when he sees my naked flesh. Wet and waiting for him. “Because when you get nervous during your presentation on Friday, you’re going to remember me down on my knees worshipping you.” His open mouth trails down my inner thigh to my core, kissing my softness, groaning and kissing it again, deeper. “You’re going to remember you’ve got a man who knows you hung the fucking moon.” His tongue slides downward into my seam, parting me, lightly dragging the tip of his tongue through the middle, his gaze locking on mine as he presses a long finger into my pussy, working it in a circle, his knuckle rubbing side to side against my clit, shooting mind blowing sparks up to my nipples, my neck. “You’re going to remember how amazing you are, top to bottom.” He adds a second finger, pumping it in tight. “And goddamn, especially right here.”
Dampness steals down the cheeks of my bottom, my stomach hollowed in and squeezing in anticipation, the shake of my thighs intensifying when he sinks his tongue deeper among my flesh, licking me with rumbling enjoyment, pressing in tight so my thighs rest on his broad shoulders and bathing my clit repeatedly, my upper body resting back on my elbows, thighs spread. How many times have I been humored in this room? Ignored?
Not now, huh?
“Theo,” I sob, my hips beginning to jerk, my walls constricting. “I’m going to come.”
He growls with obvious excitement, his tongue moving faster. My skin heats another degree. Another. My heels dig into breadth of his back. My whines get louder, more desperate, as the climax starts to sink in, taking my hormones hostage and whipping them into a frenzy.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” I chant, my hands flying to his hair, hips tilting, a scream catching in my throat when his tongue starts to move at the speed of a propeller, the orgasm ripping up my middle and blasting me like sensual buckshot. My back arches off the table, torso twisting, his tongue lapping up every drop of what he did. “My Daddy,” I bite off, shuddering through to the other side of those perfect, hot ripples.
And then he’s towering over me, eyes glittering with want as he unfastens his jeans. Button, zipper, his distended cock fisted in an iron grip, stumbling forward with a grated sound, as if he’s waited for a millennium to have me. Looking me right in the eye, he drives himself deep, his face slackening from the bliss he encounters inside me, his hands fumbling for the table to gain purchase, sweat beading on his upper lip from one thrust.