Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
“Make love to me, Josh…I need you too.”
He kisses me possessively as he growls acceptance. “Are you sure?” he asks.
I smile into his kiss. “I’m yours, Josh, take me.”
He bites my neck and digs his hands into my behind. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he whispers. Goose bumps scatter over my body. “I will make it good for you, baby, you know that don’t you?” I nod nervously. His hand slides down my body. Back between my legs, he skims my pubic hair with the backs of his fingers. Gently he bites my shoulder as he eases a finger inside me. I groan with overwhelming need and hunger. His other hand rises to my breast as he gently squeezes my nipple. I’m under assault. Losing my mind. My breathing is now in pants as he adds another finger in and out in a circular movement, stretching me, teasing me. My body oozes another rush of cream. “That’s it, precious girl, can you feel how wet you are for me?” He gently adds another finger.
“Oww, Josh.” I tense.
“Sh, sh, baby. Relax.” He kisses me deeply as he uses three fingers to gently probe and stretch my tight opening. It gives me a pleasurable burn. “Oh god, you’re so ready for my cock.” His crude words push me over the edge. “Do you have any idea how much I fucking adore you?” he whispers into my ear, and I bring my hand down to feel him. His hard shaft is oozing pre-ejaculate. I give him a long stroke and then swipe my thumb over the slippery, engorged head. Feeling every vein on his thick length that I now know from memory.
“Don’t, baby.” He pulls away. “I don’t want to come,” he whispers. I move up onto my knees to take him in my mouth. The temptation too great, I need to taste him. “Stop…now.” He pulls me off him and pushes me down. He moves his weight onto his elbows as he positions himself over me. Slowly sliding the side of his shaft backward and forward through my swollen wet lips.
The intimate kissing continues. “We were meant for each other; you know that don’t you?” I nod and smile. I do know this, without a doubt in my mind. He nudges the opening of my sex with his large length. His breath quivers and I know he’s trying to hold himself back, so he doesn’t hurt me. He goes in a little way. Ahh. I tense.
“It’s OK…it’s OK,” he whispers. He kisses me again and I relax. “That’s it, baby, you’re doing great.” His voice is strained but just the sound of it calms me. Shit, this hurts! He pushes again and I tense, oh fuck, this really hurts.
“Take me,” he whispers. “Relax, baby, and take my body, it’s here for you, I’m here for you.”
I slowly start to relax as he pauses to allow my body to adjust to the hard intrusion while running his open mouth up and down my neck. Our mingled breathing sounds like we are running a marathon. I can hear the quiver in his breath as he inhales. God, this is just so unexpectedly intimate. I can’t control my feelings any longer. I blink quickly to try and stop it. But it’s too late, a tear escapes onto my cheek.
“Baby, no,” he whispers, mortified that he’s hurting me. It’s not the physical pain that I’m unable to cope with, but the emotion I feel for this man. The love I have for him. It’s overwhelming, it’s too much. He whispers again, “Take me, beautiful girl,” and kisses my ear. Wanting desperately to please him, I force my legs to open farther and he thrusts deep with one lunge. He’s entirely in. Oh shit, he’s big.
“I’m sorry, precious,” he whispers. “Sshh, sshh, it’s OK, it’s OK, I’m in.” I hold my breath, unable to speak, shocked to my core. This really fucking hurts—what the hell!
“You feel amazing,” he whispers as he stares into my glassy eyes. He stays still, deep inside me, allowing my body to adjust to his brutal length. Kissing me gently, he swipes his tongue through my lips, and I feel my arousal slowly rise back up.
He leans up onto his elbow to look at me and gently wipes my hair off my face. “Do you have any idea what you mean to me?” he whispers into my ear. I gradually relax. Slowly he withdraws and gently slides into me again. I breathe out, overcome with emotion and unable to hide it any longer.
“Josh,” I whisper. His eyes are closed, he’s breathing heavily. “Yes, baby,” he answers, his lips against my cheek.
“I love you,” I whisper. His eyes fly wide open.
“Been a big week, hey?”
My eyes fly up nervously to Simon in my office doorway. I nod and quickly rearrange the papers on my desk. I try to rein in my now-pounding heart, guilt written all over my face. Bloody hell. I need to stop thinking about this shit when I’m at work.