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 slams back into me with all the power of his core. I twist my legs around him, locking my ankles around his waist. He ruts, banging the desk against the floor. I hear the noise reverberating in the room, and I’m sure people can hear us. Not that I care.
I begin to shout. It’s so good, it’s tearing me apart. I want him deeper, faster, harder. As if he can read my mind, he speeds up, gutting me from the inside. My breasts bounce with each thrust, like two heavy globes. My ass slides against the grain of the desk, the hard surface digging into my pelvic bones.
I see stars a moment before the world shatters, but he’s still not through with me. As my body convulses with pleasure, he lifts me up and sits me down in his lap. I’m groggy. I don’t even realize what is going on. But I feel his dick thrust up into me as we collapse into his office chair.
He grips my hips so I’m riding him. I have to figure out where to put my knees, because the armrests don’t allow for swift movement. It takes me a moment, but the whole time I’m loving his massive cock between my legs.
I finally figure out what I’m doing. If I slide my legs through the armholes, then I can sit on top of him free and clear. I rise up on his shaft and slam my weight back down again, causing ripples of ecstasy to course between us.
His hands on my hips tighten, his face a mask of concentration. I know he’s holding off. He wants to give me as much satisfaction as I can milk from this encounter. But I want him to come.
I ride him like a cowgirl, tossing my hair this way and that. I arch my back, pressing my breasts up toward the ceiling. I’m wild and carefree. I’m driving myself back toward climax faster than I can believe.
A second orgasm overtakes me, causing me to shiver. I pant into his ear, my neck and the small of my back beaded with sweat. But he’s not finished. He eases me out of the chair, careful not to hurt me.
I drag my legs free, nearly exhausted from all the activity. He flips me over and presses my chest to the desk. My ass hangs over the lip, my slit exposed to his probing fingers. He slips three inside me, sending sparks racing through my vision.
I cry out, not sure if I can handle any more. I need him to come more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life. I want to satisfy him the way he’s satisfied me, but I’m losing strength.
He rams his thick cock back inside, causing me to stop breathing, feeling like I’m impaled from both ends. I press my eyes shut, drowning out the vision of the desk and all its paperwork. My cheek scrapes against the wood as Francisco slams into me. I can’t even feel my hands anymore, and I’m not sure if I’m holding onto anything.
My world narrows down to the heat in the center of my being and the massive cock rammed inside. I feel another climax approaching, and I know it will be even bigger than the one that came before.
I’m standing on a precipice, bent over oblivion, watching the universe unravel. It’s heaven, but I’m so far gone I can’t even appreciate it. He’s finally conquered the aching need that I felt all along. I’m finally full instead of empty, satisfied instead of full of longing, and fucked raw instead of celibate.
When he speeds up, I know he’s close to his own release. It’s the mother of all triumphs, knowing that he’s going to come inside me. I brace myself, dragging my lifeless arms to clutch at the edge of the desk. Just one more thrust, and I know we’ll fall together.
He forces himself as deep as he can, his fingers digging into my hips as he lets himself go. Fireworks explode in my mind, shattering reality and causing waves of ecstasy to crash over me. I hear a ringing in my ears, and the world shifts. I hang onto the desk for dear life, knowing that I’m safe but terrified that I’ll spin off into oblivion.
My heart pounds in my chest. My lungs ache for air. I open my eyes to see nothing but a curtain of hair. The clock ticks loudly in the silence that follows, proving that the world really did manage to survive.
His dick throbs inside me, the last of its efforts monumental. After a while, Francisco releases my hips and puts his hands on the desk beside me. He’s winded too, and we stand there, locked together at the midsection, trying to catch our breath.