Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 67973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
I moved over her, and our lips met in a heated clash, my hands roaming her lush figure as we tangled in a frenzy of touches and kisses, elevating the raw need that had been simmering between us for weeks. I trailed my mouth along the side of her neck, over her collarbone, and skimmed my lips across the swell of her breasts. Her exposed, peaked nipples begged for attention, and she let out an impatient little moan as I drew the straps over her chest down, baring her completely.
Sitting up, I straddled her thighs and grabbed the jar, twisting it open. The thick chocolate sauce was perfect for drizzling, and I let a ribbon of it fall across one pebbled nipple, then the other, watching the dark syrup drip down her full breasts.
She stared up at me, biting her lip, eyes shimmering with anticipation. Holding her gaze, I lowered my mouth to her breast, my tongue sweeping across her nipple to collect the chocolate. The rich, sweet flavor, combined with the salt of her skin, made me groan against her breast.
I loved the outfit, but my patience evaporated. I tore through the mesh over her stomach with a growl. She inhaled a startled breath, but didn’t protest as I repositioned myself so that I was kneeling between her spread legs, then I poured more chocolate in a trail from her chest down to where that small bit of fabric still covered her sex. Then, I licked it off, following the same path down to her lower stomach.
“You’re so fucking delicious,” I growled, my voice rough with need. “I want to devour you.”
Her fingers knotted in my hair, pulling me back up for a deep kiss while her free hand reached down and fisted my stiff, aching cock. “Hmm, you taste like chocolate,” she murmured, sliding her palm along my shaft and giving it a few firm strokes. “But I can’t wait anymore, Liam. I need you so badly.”
Her urgency matched mine, sending a spear of pure desire straight through me. I slid a hand between her legs, discovering snaps in her lingerie and I didn’t hesitate to tear them open, along with the ones at her hip that allowed me to strip the outfit completely off her body so she was as naked as me. I lined up the head of my cock and thrust into her slick heat, burying myself to the hilt. We both groaned in pleasure and relief, her walls clenching around my dick.
I stilled, fighting for control so I didn’t spill my load before she had the chance to orgasm. She felt too damn good after so long, it threatened to push me instantly over the edge. The only thing I wanted more than to come inside of Morgan was to watch her fall apart for me first.
Rising to my knees, I gripped her hips and pulled her lower half onto my lap, and she immediately wrapped her legs around my waist. Her body lay splayed before me, hair tousled, her skin smeared with chocolate, and as I began fucking her in earnest, her breasts bounced with each deep, hard thrust.
She clutched the bed covers, arousing sounds spilling from her lips with every roll of my hips elevating my own desire for her.
I groaned, moving faster, rougher. “You have no idea how much I needed this. How many times I’ve fantasized about spreading you out on my desk and sinking myself so deep inside you that all you feel is me. Those tight skirts you wear drive me insane, you know that?”
Lost in sensation, she moaned in response, but I needed to hear her say it.
I forced myself to stop and reached up to pinch her nipples, just hard enough to make her gasp and get her attention. “Answer me, Morgan. Do you know how crazy you make me in your form fitting suits and dresses?” I rolled her nipples between my fingers again, watching her squirm and feeling her pussy spasm around my dick, still buried deep inside her. “Do you know how badly my cock aches as I sit behind my desk, trying to act professional when you make me feel like a fucking animal?”
“Yes, I know,” she cried out. “God, please keep fucking me.”
I grinned and leaned over her, bracing my hands by her shoulders so that my face was only inches from hers. “And you like it, don’t you? You like knowing the effect you have on me.”
“Yes!” She reached around to my ass, gripping it hard enough that I could feel the bite of her nails. “Yes, I love knowing that you want me so much. I want you to bend me over your desk and fuck me because I think about it, too. I think about sinking to my knees under your desk every time I walk in there and how much I loved sucking you off and watching you lose control.”