Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
She lets out a pleased little noise against my mouth, parting her lips easily when I swipe my tongue over them. She tastes like the green tea I always see her drinking and spearmint gum, and I can’t get enough of it.
Can’t get enough of her.
My fingers tighten on her hips until I’m certain I’ll be leaving bruises behind. The thought only serves to make me even harder, and I groan into her mouth as I grind up against her.
“Nick,” she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders through the fabric of my button down.
If I had any control left, the way her hips roll down against mine would shatter it.
I lift her without thought, pinning her down onto the glossy surface of the conference table and bullying my way between her thighs. There’s not enough time to fuck her, not with how hot the need searing through my veins is.
A taste will have to be enough to tide me over until I can sink inside her properly.
I hike her skirt up to her hips impatiently as I kiss her, drinking down every shocked sound of arousal that spills from her mouth. Her panties are lace, something delicate and pink, and I tear them down to her ankles without a second thought. I have no intention of giving them back to her.
“Nick, wait,” she mumbles against my lips.
Her eyes are wide when I pull back, but I keep mine locked onto hers as I sink to my knees, tugging her to the edge of the conference table. I refuse to look away with how deliciously she responds to me. Pressing teasing kisses on the inside of her thigh, I scrape my teeth against her, causing a playful grin to cross her lips as her lashes flutter in pleasure.
“You want me to wait?” I ask, my voice low and dark as I flick my tongue out against the crease of her thigh.
Her breath hitches in her chest as she props herself up on her elbows to watch me. Despite the nervous glances she casts toward the door, her hips twitch every time my stubble scrapes across her skin.
“No,” she finally whispers, spreading her thighs in silent permission. “I need you.”
“There’s my good girl,” I praise, smug and victorious.
My grin doesn’t fade as I dip my head between her legs, pleasure coursing through me the second I get my mouth on her. I’ve never been the giving type, preferring to take my own pleasure while my partner enjoys themself, but the soft whine that slips from between Riley’s teeth has me rethinking my MO.
She’s already soaking wet, drenching my chin as she bucks her hips against my face, my cock throbbing in my slacks at the taste of her.
As much as I’d like to take my time and work her up until she’s screaming, the clock’s ticking. If I don’t have her come on my tongue by the time my meeting rolls around, I don’t think I’ll survive.
I wrap my lips around her clit and chuckle when her back arches clean off the desk. My hands find her hips, pinning her down so I can feast while she digs her nails into my forearms, trying and failing to muffle the noises of pleasure that spill from her mouth. She claps one hand over her face when I slide two fingers inside of her, muffling the squeal that tears free from her lungs.
I don’t give her a moment’s reprieve, letting myself get messy as I rub my fingertips against the spot inside of her that makes her whole body tense up.
She looks down at me frantically, lashes fluttering in bliss as I slide my tongue over her clit in a harsh, hungry roll that has her thighs clamping down around my head. Her hand falls away from her face to slide through my hair, clutching at the strands as if she’s holding on for dear life.
“Fuck, Nick,” she whispers breathlessly. “I’m so close.”
I smirk and make sure her eyes are on me as I pull back just far enough to speak.
“Come for me, Princess.”
It’s not permission; it’s a demand.
I duck back down and lave my tongue over her clit just in time for her to clench down on my fingers. She cries out but manages to cut herself off before she gets loud enough to attract any attention. I moan against her as I work her through it, crooking my fingers inside of her and drawing out her orgasm until she’s shivering and trying weakly to push me away.
I make her suffer through another few moments of overstimulation before pulling back and licking my lips. She watches the movement like she’s hypnotized, and the way her core clenches around my fingers almost breaks my resolve.
“Fuck,” she says on an exhale, giggling softly.
I smirk at her as I pull my fingers free and hold them up to the light, showing off the wetness glistening on them. “Later, Miss Morgan.”