Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 35957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“Crew,” I repeat his name, dig my heels into his back, and he finally goes for more. His tongue circles my clit, seeing what works best to get me closer to the edge. Little does he know that anything related to him is enough to have me scrambling to hold off from coming hard and fast.
“You’re so pretty like this, wet and needy. Goddamn perfection beneath me.” He pulls away, moving until the backs of his thighs meets his legs, then moves my legs until my feet are planted on the mattress, and I’m so spread out, my inner muscles are pulled taut. “Stay just like that.”
There’s no room for negation. When he’s like this, in charge, dominant, and exuding all this sexual energy, it’s hard not to listen. Especially when his cock is at my entrance. He slides in an inch, thumb replacing his tongue on my clit. He presses down while sliding it up and down and side to side.
“Crew.” My head tips back, neck arching and eyes closing. I expected him to go slow, much like he did with his mouth. I should have known he’d do the complete opposite. One powerful plunge, and he’s completely inside me, creating a delicious burn, me stretching around his girth, his length hitting me deep and hard.
“Fuck. You feel incredible, look so damn beautiful, and you’re all mine. Every smile, every laugh, everything.” He keeps working, moving in and out of me, pushing us to the brink before slowing down. This man has kept me on the edge from day one. It didn’t matter that he should have been off-limits, much like I should be to him. Yet, through it all, we’re finding a way to make it work, to make this work, to make us work.
“So good, so damn good,” I mewl as rivulets of sweat coat our combined bodies. It isn’t until his mouth lands on mine, kissing me with a passionate fierceness and swallowing my moans, that every last sensation takes ahold of me. I’m coming, flying apart at the seams, and through it all, Crew doesn’t stop. He rocks his hips, grinding down on my clit and making sure I don’t lose it. God, this man is what a woman’s dreams are made of. Sure, we want the happily ever after, the marriage, and maybe the children. What we also want is a man who can make you come and last longer than a two-pump chump.
“Crew,” I say on a scream-cry.
“Don’t want to pull out, sweetheart,” he grits once my orgasm starts to slowly ebb away. He didn’t come with me, a gentleman through and through. “Where am I coming, Serena?” I can tell he’s losing the battle with holding back.
“Anywhere you want. I’m on the pill.” His eyes home in on mine, a smirk appears on his face, and I know I’m in for it.
“Gonna make you orgasm again, then I’m going to fuck you through it all and watch as our combined come seeps from your pussy. Marking you in a way that’s permanent. One that only I’ll ever see, and you’ll let me do it time and time again.”
“God, Crew. Yes, please.” My head shakes back and forth, fighting the way he makes me feel. The pleasure explodes through me. His movements, his grunts, the way he looks hovering above my body, it doesn’t take long for Crew to make me come again.
“Serena.” This time, he comes right along with me, eyes connected the entire time. True to his word, he keeps pumping his hips, watching as his come pumps inside me only to slowly coat the lips of my pussy, his dick, and everywhere else it lands. It’s hot, it’s messy, and it’s more than I could have ever thought possible.
14
CREW
After having Serena to myself last week and this weekend, coming in to work today three days in a row to a Serena-less office is fucking terrible. The only things holding me together are the rare glimpses I’ve had of her through the week. I’ve never roamed around the building as much as I have until this week. I’m pretty sure Mary can see straight through my farce, and if she has, then I’m sure the other employees here have, too.
“Are you heading out for the day?” Todd asks from the doorway. I’m in the middle of sliding my arms into my suit jacket, a habit from the many meetings I’ve had through the years, plus it beats the hell out of carrying it when I still need to grab my keys, phone, and tablet.
“I am meeting up with the group. Everyone is going in different directions, so Sundays have gotten even busier.” I shrug my shoulders, turn off my computer, the do the same to the lamp in the corner of the office. When Serena was working with me, there was no use of the overhead lights. She’d put on every lamp in the office and open the blinds to let light in. Now, I’ve been doing similar, it’s a hell of a lot easier on my eyes, that’s for damn sure.