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)
“What was what?” I’m playing coy, but I know exactly what she’s pissed about. I glance down at the sleek lines of her calves as she stands in the door to her office, glaring at me.
“Don’t play dumb with me,” she says, her voice soft as she shakes her head. “I’ve seen you with that girl before—”
“Yeah? And it makes you jealous?” She breathes a deep sigh and nods. I reach out and cup her cheek, which is hot with blush. “You don’t have to worry, Kathryn. She’s no threat to you.”
The way she shyly looks down has me aching. I’ve teased her for days, kept her waiting, but now I’m the one who’s crumbling.
I need her.
Now.
“Come here,” I grunt, snatching her roughly by the hair and pushing her into her office. The ‘power office’ as people like to call it. Modern and sleek with art on the walls worth more than her employees make in a year.
She yelps as I bend her over her desk, snatching up her skirt as the sun sets over the New York City skyline.
“Great view from up here,” I tell her, yanking her panties down to her ankles, revealing her virgin pussy. “But not as good as this one.”
She mewls like a little kitty cat as I lick up the back of her thighs to her ass, dragging my teeth across each cheek. The softness of her skin and the delicate scent of her slit has me steaming.
My cock is pulsing, pressing against my pants, desperate to get the hell out. I jerked off twice last night thinking about this moment, but I’m not gonna tell her that. Not yet at least. Maybe once I’ve fucked her silly.
With a quick motion, I tear her shirt open. Buttons spray all over her desk as her tits spill out, perky and plump, and so fucking sexy.
I reach out and grab them both and squeeze. Perfection. Absolute perfection.
“Fuck,” I growl, ripping the hook off the back of her bra. She squeals, and I take both of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. “You’re excited.”
“I…yes…” she manages to whimper.
I drag my hands down every inch of her body, feeling the perfection, the curves designed specifically to make my dick hard. My dick. The only dick she’s ever going to have.
Her pussy is dripping, nice and ready for me. Unable to resist, I kneel down behind her and drag my tongue up her little pink slit, tasting her sweet honey.
The desk shakes as her whole body quivers. She moans with delight as I kiss down the sides of her thighs, filling my lungs with her intoxicating scent. This woman is like a drug to me.
I stand and tug my cock from my pants, letting the tip gently brush against the entrance of her sex. She takes another deep breath and grabs hold of her desk as I start to apply pressure, gently opening her up.
What beauty…
“You don’t have to go slow,” she tells me. I smile and spank her hard on the ass, causing her back to arch even more.
“You don’t want me to, do you? You want me to fuck you nice and hard.”
It takes her a second to reply, like she’s summoning up the courage to commit to something she knows will be tremendous. And for a virgin like her, that takes some spunk.
But no one would ever say Kathryn Meyer didn’t have spunk.
“Yes…” she whispers. It’s like a confession. An admission that she’s finally fully giving herself over to me. No more games, Kathryn?
“Then hang on, boss lady,” I whisper in her ear. “Because this is going to hurt a little.”
Like a man possessed, I grab her by the hips and pump my cock straight inside.
I almost explode as I enter her. The tight, warm, wetness locks around my cock like a tight fist as I pump my inches deep inside. And no doubt about it—she’s a virgin. I feel her cherry pop, then watch as the rest of my cock vanishes inside her.
This time, she actually cries out, and with a swing of her arms, knocks everything off her desk, including her laptop.
“Oh my God!”
“Fuck yes,” I groan, fighting to keep back from blowing my load. It’s nearly impossible, though. I’m staring down at the most perfect body I’ve ever seen in my life and watching my shaft go in and out of her glistening channel, shining with her slippery arousal.
I should be taking things slowly, holding back. That’s what you would normally do in a situation like this. But our relationship is not what you’d call normal.
And I’m okay with that.
I slam a clenched fist against my chest, using the pain to focus me away from the pleasure—from just how good her pussy is. A sense of victory comes over me as I pound her, my balls slapping against her clit with every stroke.