Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 23738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
I have no response.
All I am aware of is the heat from his body, his brute strength he’s using to control me, his taut muscles pressing down on me, and his strong bulge pressed against my thighs.
He spreads my legs, exposing me, revealing me to him.
My cheeks blush harder, so hard it’s almost painful. I’m gasping for breath as he traces the curves of my hips with his finger, then slides back to my sacred place…
The place no man has ever touched but him.
A jolt of pleasure races through me like a bolt of lightning. I’m already sensitive from what he did to me in the kitchen…still deprived of what my body desires.
So as he starts rubbing my clit again, it’s like my conscious mind sinks into the background, and my primal urges take over.
A moan spills from my lips onto the filthy motel carpet. My thighs are soaked. I’m absolutely dripping with passion.
He goes faster, harder, and I start to shake. My hand reaches out and grabs a bed leg as I approach…something…
What will it feel like? Will it destroy me?
Blake’s breath is hot against my ear. He is a plank of muscle holding my naked body in place.
I’m almost there, but that’s when the panic hits me.
I seize up, clenching my thighs tightly on his hand.
“No.” I try to squirm out from beneath him, but he’s just too strong. “I can’t—”
Fear overwhelms me. Fear of the unknown. Fear of letting go. Fear of fully submitting to him.
“Yes, you can,” he whispers, his voice carrying a tenderness I’ve yet to see from him. “Just let go, Kathryn. You want this. Don’t you?”
So much pressure inside…I’m quivering, biting the inside of my cheek.
Why am I fighting? Why resist?
You came this far, didn’t you? Why stop now?
I nod. “Yes…”
“Then come for me.”
Blake moves his finger in just the right way, adding just the right amount of magic to send me over the edge.
A sudden rush of warmth surges through me, followed by a deep throbbing in my core. I let it happen, and my body takes over. I’m overcome by an intense release of the most incredible pleasure.
I never could have imagined it would be like this…
My entire body shudders. Blake holds me tightly, his finger still on my clit but not moving. I gasp and moan as my head starts spinning.
And then the tears come.
Riding the wave of my very first orgasm is glorious, heavenly. But it’s also the most emotional experience I’ve ever had.
I start bawling, my body still shaking, and Blake lifts me into his strong arms. He sets me down on his lap and cradles me as I sob, blissful tears streaming down my cheeks.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispers. “That’s what it’s like to let go.”
I let him hold me like I’ve never let anyone hold me before.
And it’s beautiful. It’s exactly what I need, and he knows that…
4
BLAKE
It’s been two days since I’ve seen Kathryn. She’s been working from home because she’s supposedly ‘out sick.’ But I know better.
She’s hiding from me.
Francesca is here, rushing around the office, obeying her boss’s orders, but most of the staff is on their Christmas break. The one I was not given.
Such power, I think, amused as I picture Kathryn kneeling naked before me. She had no idea what she was getting herself into.
Now she wants more, but she can’t admit it.
My dick twitches as I think about her body quivering beneath mine. Watching that orgasm run through her was the sexiest shit ever.
“I’ve…never come before…” She told me afterward while I held her. The virgin of all virgins. Never been kissed, touched, and definitely never been fucked.
But that’s going to change. I will have her.
I shake my head and try to focus on other things so I can get through the day without an aching hard-on. Finally, when it’s time to clock out, I take the elevator down to the street and hail a cab.
“East Seventy-First Street,” I tell the driver.
“Nice,” he replies in a thick New York accent. “Going to see the boss, eh?”
I grin to myself. “Yeah. Got some after-work activities to go over.”
The drive is uneventful and thankfully quick. I gaze at the old, expensive buildings as they pass. Can’t even imagine having enough money to own one of them.
But Kathryn does.
“Right here,” I tell him, handing him his fare in cash. “Thanks.”
It’s not hard to find your boss’s address these days. A quick Google search turned up an article about her buying the townhouse for forty-five million.
Grinning, I take the steps up to the front door and knock.
There’s no sound at first, then I hear familiar footsteps. There’s a flash of movement in my peripheral vision, and I see her rushing through the living room.
“Took you long enough—” she says as she opens the door. But when she sees me, her jaw drops and her face goes red.