Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 111537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
He sucks one earlobe between his teeth, and I feel the heat of his tongue wash over me. It’s almost as if he’s found another pleasure spot on my body, one that I wasn’t even aware of.
I moan, releasing his belt to thread my fingers through his hair. I just want him. All over me, inside me, surrounding me. I want to bury myself in his body and never leave. If our lust were a fire, it would fuse us into one solitary creature destined to spend a lifetime pleasuring itself.
He takes hold of my robe and slides it off. The expensive fabric pools around me, providing an even sweeter sensation than the cold wood beneath my thighs. I yank my nightgown off, and then I’m naked, perched on his desk, hungry for his cock.
I arch back, showing off my tits. It’s not that I’m vain, I’m just struggling to scratch that itch. He takes advantage of the position, cupping my left breast in one hand and dragging his mouth down to lick the other. My ear throbs where he was sucking on it, but a moment later, my nipple is alight with sensation.
It’s too much. I feel too good, and yet not nearly good enough. I’ve succumbed to my animal instincts. I’m a great, big open wound, desperate for salvation. He’s the only thing that can bring me to my senses, and I need him.
I struggle to right myself, determined to take his clothes off so that we can finally settle the score. He’s wearing a button-down shirt and a suit jacket with no tie. Even at this early hour, he’s dressed to impress. I start working on the buttons, but he’s impatient.
He replaces my fingers with his own, nearly ripping the buttons off in the process. I watch him move, wondering how on earth I’m going to survive the wait. He tosses his shirt off into a corner and comes back to me with savage strength.
Our chests collide, our skin hot to the touch. I drag my nails across his back, feeling the smooth ripple of muscle beneath my fingertips. He’s kept himself in peak physical condition, and it shows. I can’t get enough of his physique, but he doesn’t give me time to marvel at the strength of his core. Instead, he connects with my lips again, his mouth hot and insistent.
He pressed me back against the desk so that I have to thrust my hands behind me to maintain my balance. I want desperately to hold him, but he’s got plans of his own. I manage to free one hand so that I can skim it across his shoulder. But then he wraps one arm around my midsection and pulls me closer. The arm I’m using to prop myself up buckles, and I fall back.
Now I’m splayed out on the desk in front of him, and he’s treated to quite the view. My hair falls into my eyes, and I scrape it away just in time to see him unbuttoning his pants. I realize that I’m about to get what it is I really desire, and I don’t have to lift a finger.
He pushes his pants down, freeing his cock from its confines. I can’t see it. I want to see it. I work my way up onto my elbows to take a look, but by now, he’s got himself in hand.
The tip pokes out from his fist, and it’s wider than any I’ve ever seen before. The skin is nearly purple with longing, and I ache to stroke it myself. But he’s got other ideas.
I spread my legs as wide as I can, sliding my hands along the desktop like I’m making snow angels. I feel the push of him against my internal flesh. It’s smooth as a battering ram and just as thick.
Grabbing my hips, he slides himself home. Our pelvic bones connect as he dives deep. I’m impaled on his cock and loving it. A calm washes over me as I realize that this was meant to be. He’s going to be my husband, and I’m going to be his wife. Of all the things happening in my life, this is by far the most natural.
A gasp escapes my throat. His cock is so big, it almost hurts. I can feel him stretching me to the breaking point, my sensitive skin humming with satisfaction. He puts his hands on the desk beside my hips and looks down at me.
Our eyes connect. We’re deeply absorbed by each other. He wants to know if he has my permission to start pumping. I don’t know how I know, but I can read him like a book. I nod swiftly, afraid that if I speak, I’ll destroy the magic.
He takes one more second to seat himself completely before dragging his dick halfway out. Oh, the glory of that concentrated movement. I dig my fingernails into the desk, crumpling a bit of paper that’s lying near the edge. I don’t know what it is, and I hope it isn’t important. But in the next second, all thoughts of damaged documents fly from my brain in record speed.