Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Jeez.
When he’s intense like this is when he’s at his best, the beast of a man who’s come to feed and take from my body what he needs.
He licks me deeper and his eyes close in pleasure as he tastes me. “So good.”
I feel faint, the blood drains out of my face. Dear lord, how is this man so hot?
He really begins to lose control as he licks me deeper, his stubble burning my most intimate parts, his big hands hold my legs back as my body begins to take a rhythm all of its own. My hips circle and pump as they try to ride his face.
His dark eyes rise to meet mine and he slides two of his thick fingers deep into my sex and I moan as my body contracts around him. “Edward.” I reach for him.
He pumps me and adds another finger as his mouth drops to my swollen, wet lips again. My back arches off the counter.
Fuck…what must we look like? He’s been home for all of two minutes and here he is going down on me on the kitchen counter, fully dressed in a suit.
His teeth graze my clitoris as his eyes flutter closed. “Hurry,” I whimper.
He flicks his tongue again.
“Edward,” I demand. “I want to come on your dick.” I clench around his fingers. “I want you to blow inside me.”
His jaw clenches and he lets out a guttural moan.
“Now,” I demand.
He unzips his suit trousers and pulls his hard cock out and then lifts my legs up high in the air.
In this position I am completely at his mercy. “Careful,” I whisper.
“Why would I be careful when I know you like it rough?” He slams in deep, knocking the air from my lungs, and I cry out somewhere between pleasure and pain.
He puts both of my legs over one of his shoulders to bring me tighter and lets out a low whistle as he slowly pulls out and pushes back in. “So fucking good,” he murmurs as perspiration dusts his brow. The sound of my wet body sucking him in echoes through the room and he smiles darkly. “So wet and creamy for me.”
Pump.
I nod as I see stars.
Pump.
I can feel it building, an orgasm so strong that it might steal my sanity.
“You be a good girl and clench for me.”
Pump.
“So perfect.” He tightens his grip on my ankles and my eyes roll back in my head, as soon as he starts dirty talking it’s all over.
“I’ve been thinking about fucking you all day.”
Pump.
“I jerked off twice and blew so fucking hard.”
I get a vision of him jerking off in his office bathroom thinking of me and it nearly sends me wild.
He picks up the pace as he begins to moan, and damn it, I can’t hold it. Seeing him so unhinged does things to me that I can’t control.
I cry out as he rips an orgasm from my body…but he doesn’t stop there, he keeps pumping, harder and harder. His moans so loud the paint could peel from the walls and a thought races through my head.
I hope Philippe is gone and can’t hear us.
“Oh fuck yeah,” he cries out, he grabs a handful of my hair and pulls out. “Open your mouth.”
Ahhh.
He slides his cock down my throat and as his eyes hold mine he blows hard; I gag and choke but he doesn’t falter.
He stays deep down my throat, giving me every last drop of what he has. Overtaking every single one of my senses.
He knows what he wanted…and he took it.
Owning me on his terms.
Love conquers all.
I look around the store with a renewed sense of accomplishment, everything feels like it’s finally falling into place, new routines have been set and the store has never been busier or looked better.
Like clockwork, over the last week Edward has arrived at my place every day after work at 6 p.m. We talk and laugh, make love, and have the dreamiest of nights and then he leaves for work from my place in the morning. There are no games or wondering if I will see him, he sets it in concrete before he leaves every day as if he needs to know as much as I do. This new reality between us feels too good to be true.
My phone lights up on my desk and I glance at the name,
Thomas Stone
I glance up to see where Philippe is and I get up and close the office door before answering. “Hello.” I smirk.
“Hey you,” his happy voice replies.
Just the sound of his cheeky voice makes me smile. “I was just thinking of you, how are you? What happened to our coffee date on Wednesday?”
“Well, I’m in America, family emergency.”
“What happened?”
“My mom fell and broke her leg, so I’m here for a few months to help her.”