Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
She brings her lip between her teeth and nods, a desperate lilt to her voice as she says, “Yes, so wet. I love sucking your cock,” she pants, and it’s music to my ears.
I moan appreciatively as I lean in, running my tongue between her sweet lower lips. She rocks into my mouth, crying out, and I find myself trembling. Against her pussy, I whisper, “I wanted to be your good boy, Fable. But this pussy…it needs me.”
“It does,” she cries out, running her fingers through my hair. “Don’t worry. You’re still my pretty boy.”
I preen like a damn dog before I suck her pussy into my mouth. She moans loudly, bucking into my mouth as I lick each of her piercings before using my tongue to swirl around each one. I curve my tongue along her clit, and she’s done for. “Please, Jett. Oh my God!” she yells as she explodes against my tongue. I chuckle as I lick up her wetness, swirling my tongue around her entrance as she jerks and whines beneath me.
“So quick for me?”
“I want you so bad.”
I stand, pushing her legs back into her chest so that her pussy is lined up for me. She grabs ahold of me and inserts my tip inside her tight, wet heat, and I squeeze my eyes shut at how fucking good she feels.
“Fuck yes, Fable,” I tell her, pushing all the way into her. “I need to marry you so I can say fucking my wife is better than breathing.”
She moans loudly, angling her hips up so I can go deeper. “Only if I get to say my husband has the biggest cock in the world.”
I chuckle as I cage her head between my hands, pressing my lips to hers. “You can say that now. I won’t correct you.”
I’m rewarded with the prettiest, sultriest grin before I thrust up into her, hard enough that the desk moves a bit, the sound making us both laugh. She squeezes my cock, her pussy tight and unyielding as she wraps her thighs around my hips, squeezing me to her. I lose control and rut into her, each deep thrust sending heat down my spine. I know she’s almost there—her thighs are squeezing my hips, her nails digging into my ribs where she holds me. Her face is so red, and she’s panting in that way that I love. My name is a chant as she meets me thrust for thrust.
Against her lips, I say, “I need you to come for me again. Come on, be my good girl.” She arches up, and I go deeper, hitting her in a spot that makes her feral. “You feel so good. Fucking hell, I’ll never want anyone the way I want you.”
“You better not,” she moans, and I grin against her lips.
“So fucking good,” I say, slowing my thrusts. “One look and I’m ready to blow my load for you. You are so fucking sexy. How am I supposed to resist filling this pussy with my come?”
“Please, Jett!”
Her pussy squeezes me, and she takes me over the edge with her. She lifts her head to crash her lips to mine, and I meet her tongue stroke for stroke. Her thighs squeeze my hips, and I jerk inside her, my heart beating out of control.
For her.
I kiss the side of her mouth then her nose before I whisper, “I love you, Fable.”
That peaceful look fills her gaze as she cups my neck. “I love you.”
I thrust into her again, surprising her, and she moans loudly. I chuckle against her lips before slowly removing myself from her sheath. I get such pleasure when I look at the mess I made, my come leaking out of her tight hole. Her legs are still in the air, her hands holding them behind the knees as she gazes up at me, so damn satisfied. “You’re a sight, princess.”
Her lips quirk up. “Gonna get me a towel, or will I have your come leaking out of me all afternoon?”
I consider it before she sets me with a look. She can’t handle all my come in her panties for long, but that doesn’t mean I don’t let it sit there and leak out of her so I can watch and fulfill the primal need inside me for a minute. I scoop up a bit that has escaped and push it back into her. “I like it better in you.”
She laughs, lying back, her face resting against my desk, looking all kinds of sexy. A satisfied grin sits on my lips as I head toward my office door. I make sure no one is in the lobby before I tuck my cock in and rush to the bathroom for a wet paper towel to clean her up. I wash my hands then rinse out my mouth before grabbing what I need. I hurry back to my office, shutting the door, a chuckle leaving my lips. “Maybe we should keep towels in—”