Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 78(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 78(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
I suck her plump bottom lip between my teeth and pull away from her. Kissing down her neck, I unzip the back of her dress. Once her dress is on the floor, her black lace bra and panty set causes me to smirk. I pull the cups of her bra down and suck one nipple into my mouth and then the other. Her skin tastes like vanilla cookies. I step back a little to admire her. She moves to cover her belly, but I stop her. My cock has never been harder than it is right now. It’s like it knows it’s about to enter heaven. Getting down on my knees in front of her, I place light kisses on her belly before moving down to her hips.
“I love how soft your skin is, Stacey,” I say, hooking my finger into her panties’ lace waistband. My gaze moves up to hers. When she doesn’t stop me, I pull them down her legs. I bring the soft material to my nose. I am surprised by just how wet they are. I inhale deeply and groan at the delicious scent of her pussy. I memorize it. Now, I want to savor it. “I have to taste you,” I growl, pulling her thighs farther apart. Her pussy is already swollen and glistening, just waiting for me to bring her pleasure. I gently lean her backward and she braces her hands behind her, palms flat on her desk as I lick her from her clit to her ass. “Son of a fucking bitch,” I grunt.
“Wh-what’s wrong?”
“I will never stop eating this pussy, Stacey. Not ever.”
“Uh, you kinda stopped now,” she says, giggling.
“Sorry, babe. I can’t shirk my duties.”
“No, that wouldn’t be good at all.” I get back to her sweet cunt, eating her until she comes on my chin. Her hands are tight in my hair. So tight that I have to pull her hands from my hair. Standing, I kiss her, and she moans loudly.
“It’s sinful how much I like the taste of myself on your lips, Darius,” she says, pulling me back down to her by the collar of my shirt. She undoes my tie and starts to unbutton my shirt. When it’s open, she runs her fingernails over my pecs. “Damn. Do you live in the gym?”
“No, baby,” I say through clenched teeth as she unbuckles my belt and unhooks my pants. They fall to my ankles. Next, she sends my boxers down and gasps when she sees my cock. It’s huge, hard, and throbbing for her.
“I wanna taste you, too,” she says, biting her lip.
“Next time, baby. I am dying to get inside you,”
“I should tell you something,” she says.
“You’ll forget all about those other guys, Stacey. I swear,” I say as I line up with her opening and push forward, going balls deep in one thrust. I feel her virginity break, and I pause.
“What guys?” She smirks.
“Fuck, Stacey. Why me?”
“Does it matter?” she says, moving her hips.
It definitely does, but now is not the time for talking. I thrust my hips, fucking into her over and over until my balls draw up tight, and her pussy convulses around my cock. I release my seed into her tight cunt. I want to breed her. The thought of her pregnant with my kid has me rock hard. I lean up and kiss her again. Her lips are swollen, she moans.
I pull out of her slowly and pull my pants up. She stands, pulling on her panties and her bra back over her glorious tits. She then grabs her dress, stepping into it. I am helping her zip it up when the door bursts open.
“Another box was delivered. This one is sicker than the-” Jason says, but stops when he looks up and sees us. My shirt is still open, but at least we are mostly dressed. “What the fuck is going on here, Johnson? I am paying you to protect my little sister, not fuck her,” he shouts.
Well, shit.
Six
Stacey
I knew it! There’s no way in hell a man like him could ever be anyone’s assistant. I cross my arms and stare at Jason and Darius, figuring out how I want to play this. On the one hand, I know Jason means well, but on the other, he shouldn’t have gone behind my back and hired someone to protect me without my consent. Then there’s Darius, the man I haven’t been able to get out of my head and my heart, but he lied to me as well.
Jason sighs. “Stacey, I wish I could tell you I’m sorry about this, but I’m not. I knew you wouldn’t agree to have private security. I needed to do something more than waiting around for the police to catch this asshole. He’s following you!” he says, tilting the shoebox to show me what’s inside.