Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
When I swirled my tongue over the ridge of his dick, he moaned and threaded a hand into my hair. Not to rule me, but to guide and encourage. His fingers traced down my neck, and I felt the elastic band of my bra go slack. It slipped down to my elbows, and I let it fall to the floor, too focused on what I was doing.
But going down on him wasn’t without its side effects. Heat pooled inside my body, making a muscle deep between my legs clench. I tried not to think about it or the desire this act created.
His breathing quickened to match my pace when I went faster. I had to gauge his reaction carefully because I was intent on bringing him right to the edge. He enjoyed getting my body to respond to him when I didn’t want it to. Now I’d return the favor. I wanted him as insane with need as he made me.
It wouldn’t be long now.
I shifted angles, and he moaned again, a desperate cry followed by a hiss when I skimmed my teeth over him. It was subtle, but I could feel him tremble.
“You’re going to make me come,” he warned through clenched teeth.
I snatched the bra up, pulled myself to my feet and again leaned over him, my bare breasts dangling in his face. I let my words echo what he’d said when he’d pinned me to that hotel room wall. “I want this to be fair.”
My mind hummed with satisfaction as I stepped back, leaving him disoriented and unfulfilled. My traitor body, though, was less pleased. It ached with need for his touch and his kiss.
But, oh, how I had misjudged him. It was like he’d expected this. Was waiting for this. Plus, he was a giant, which meant he had long arms and I was not out of his reach. He hooked one around my waist and pulled me so I fell sideways on his lap, his damp dick against my bare thigh. The lacy bra was yanked from my grasp and thrown to the floor.
“Careful,” I said. “You paid a lot for that.”
I made a half-hearted attempt to escape, but his lips were on my neck, hot and urgent and persuasive. The desire to leave flagged even more when he sucked on a sensitive spot below my ear.
“I did? The panties, too? Stand up so I can evaluate my purchase.”
I complied, thinking I could escape, but his firm hands grabbed my hips. His hooded gaze wandered over my curves, scorching me. It was an odd, exhilarating sensation that my skin was on fire yet covered with goosebumps.
Long fingers hooked under the waistband of my panties and tore them down my legs, and then he pressed me back against the desk so he could pull them past my shoes. It meant I was naked except for my red heels.
I asked it even when I knew the answer. “What are you doing?”
He tucked the panties into the interior pocket of his suit coat, giving me a wicked smile. “Taking what’s mine.”
When had I lost control? He coursed a hand between my legs, and every nerve in my body sizzled from his touch. God, it felt so good. I was going to melt and make a mess on his expensive desk.
“Shawn,” I gasped.
But he turned me around so I had my back to him and pulled me down on his lap, his shockingly hard dick pressing against me.
“Put your hands on the armrests,” he said.
I obeyed, because how could I not? The plan had been to leave him unsatisfied, but I’d known the risks. If honest, a part of me had hoped this was where my teasing would lead.
He had one hand on my thighs, urging them apart.
“Only so it’s fair,” he whispered and eased inside me.
Oh, my God. He was huge. It was so much at this angle, and I tried to raise myself off him, but it was futile. He knew exactly what he was doing, how to be patient so I could grow accustomed to his size. How to move to make it pleasurable and then how to move so I’d crave more.
Faster, and deeper.
I was letting him fuck me again. In his office chair, no less, his throne of power. I was naked except for the red heels. Damn him. I’d never wear them again.
Except, maybe, for him.
The chair squeaked quietly, and I could barely hear it over the blood roaring in my head. My heart raced at breakneck speed. I was shuddering and trembling and eager to keep the tempo he demanded with his hands on my waist.
“Is this what you came here for?” he asked, pushing himself somehow deeper inside. I let out a choked sob of pleasure. Tension built in my core, winding tighter with his every move.