Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 82524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Beth taps a nail against her chin. “Hmmmmmm. I don’t know. My best friend who I thought was kidnapped suddenly returns and wants to get straight back to work.”
“I can see why you might hesitate.”
“But yeah, let’s do this shit.” She beams at me. “I’m happy you’re back.”
That went better than expected. I visit with her for another hour and we start talking basic planning before I head outside again. A young family guard is waiting to drive me back to the town house. I don’t mention the fact that I have an armed driver and a black BMW to cart me around the city these days—that would only make Beth jealous.
At home, Priya’s making dinner for Hattie and waves me off when I try to help. Instead I go find Rafe who’s working from his office for once.
He looks up the moment I open the door. His face goes from strained and serious to lighter. It brightens him, seeing me in his office, and that look sends a flood of warmth to my core.
He loves me. Not in the normal, small way most men and women find, but in a deep way, like a black hole dragging me into him and never releasing me. It’s constant, his love, a throbbing ache in my chest. It’s the way he glows when I’m near him. The way he seems to shed some stress when I’m around.
“What are you doing?” he asks when I shut the door behind me and lock it.
“Don’t talk.” I pull off my shirt and kick off my shoes.
“Oh.” His eyebrows raise and he seems amused. “That’s it then?”
“Getting there.” I unhook my bra. I love the way his gaze sharpens as he takes in my body. “Closer now.” I approach, shimmying out of my jeans. I’m trying to be sultry but I lose balance and nearly fall. I laugh as I kick them aside. “How’s this?”
“That is perfect,” he says, drawing me to him, one hand on my ass gripping tightly, his mouth kissing my chest. “God, you don’t know what you do to me.”
“I’d like to find out.” I drop to my knees in front of him. “I’m going to fuck you now. I’m going to fuck you until I break because I’ve missed having you in my mouth and in my pussy.”
His lips part. “Oh fuck, June. Since when did you talk dirty?”
I blush. “Was it bad?”
“God, no.” He fists my hair. “I love it when your slutty mouth tells me what you like.”
I whimper as I tug off his slacks and release his massive cock. Even now it shocks me, the size of him. I suck his tip because that’s the best I can do, using two hands to stroke his shaft. I suck and lick and slurp, moaning as I do it, and he groans a low, masculine purr.
“God damn, baby, you feel so fucking good,” he says, fingers tightening in my hair. “Your dirty fucking mouth is heaven. So god damn wet. And when you tell me what a slut you are? Then suck my big cock? There’s nothing better.”
I pull back, gasping. “I’m such a slut for you, Rafe.”
“Fuck, baby.” He slams his mouth to mine, kissing me hard, but I push him back.
“No kissing.” I take his dick and lick it. “This is what I want.”
“Oh god.” He moans as I take over, sucking and licking again. Spit rolls down my lips, down his shaft, and I stroke him faster with my hands. He groans, his other hand cupping my breasts as they sway and shake. I’m pulsing with how good it feels to be in control, to make him melt, to get him hard. I love shocking him, surprising him. Getting him turned on.
Making him feel good.
“I need more now,” I say, pulling back and getting to my feet.
He sits forward, a hand on my ass, the other massaging my pussy. “You needy girl. Look at how wet you are.”
“Rafe,” I moan as he yanks my panties down and strokes his fingers along my soaked folds.
“You’re dripping down your thighs! My god, you’re so fucking filthy, June. What a dirty girl.”
“Yes,” I say, eyes rolling back, fingers grabbing his shoulders. I grind into his hand. “Yes, yes, yes.”
“So fucking needy, wet, and drippy. This is what I love most about my wife. She’s a dirty—little—slut for me.”
“Fuuuck,” I moan as his fingers grind into my pussy.
And I can’t take it anymore. I push him back and straddle him right on the chair. His dick’s rock hard and still wet from my spit. Combined with how soaked I am, it’s like slipping him inside is nothing.
He splits me wide. The bastard always does. He loves it, purring as he fills me. I whimper his name. The pain isn’t so bad now. I’m getting used to him, but I doubt it’ll ever be easy. But that’s part of the pleasure—finding how far he can go, what my limits are.