Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 89878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
She shakes her ass back and forth, hammering into my face. “Oh God, I’m going to come—”
With a quickness I didn’t know I had in me, I pull out and stand. My slacks are at my knees within seconds, and I grab her ass, spread her cheeks, and drive in. The feeling of her tight pussy wrapped around me is heaven. Black spots blind my vision at the way her cunt hugs me. Reaching over, I tear at her thong, ripping it off her body, and lean forward to shove the wet material in her mouth. “Hush, hush, Peach. We can’t have anyone hearing you.” My control is shot. There’s no way I can fuck her slowly. I hammer into her with the force of a bull. My balls slap against her clit as I fuck her in such a savage way she won’t be able to walk out of here. Her walls squeeze my cock, holding me hostage as she creams all over me.
“Fuck, Jackson… fuck…” Her pleas are mumbled by the underwear shoved in her mouth.
God, I don’t want this to end. I want to stay buried inside her forever. But I can’t hold on much longer. With one last satisfying thrust, I lose myself, spurting jets of cum inside her.
I can barely catch my breath. I slow her hips, riding out my orgasm. Finally, I pull out, admiring the stream of cum that drips out of her. “Fucking beautiful,” I praise. Taking two fingers, I scoop up my cum and spread it along her ass. Once I’m satisfied, I step back, pull up her shorts, and slap her already sore ass.
“Don’t ever make me wait again.”
Chapter eighteen
Georgia
My alarm goes off, stirring me awake. I shut it off and roll over. “Noah, you gotta get up.”
“One more minute,” he mumbles, covering his head.
“No. Now. Get up.”
He grunts and throws his legs off the bed. “Yeah, yeah…” He gets up and opens my door. Guilt simmers in my chest as he saunters down the hall to his room.
For the last three weeks, this is how my days have started. My nights are spent having the most explosive, filthy sex before racing back to my room in time for Noah to sneak in and sleep with me. I told him he couldn’t, but the pain in his eyes when he begged didn’t sit well with me. He promised it was just to sleep. He needed sleep, and it only happened with me. I hated that I gave in. Jackson would have my ass if he knew. It was wrong. Fucked up. But I couldn’t say no. I was a colossal asshole; the least I could do was allow the poor guy to get some sleep.
So, I gave in—with one rule: he had to be gone before his dad woke up. I played it off that I didn’t want to break his rules. Even if Noah couldn’t give a shit, I was a guest. If he was so hard up to sleep in here, he would agree. He did. But every morning, I wake with my heart in my throat, scared my alarm won’t go off, or we’ll sleep late. What if Jackson, for some reason, gets up early?
If he caught Noah in my bed, I would be toast. And I can’t fathom being cut off from him.
The last month has been a mix of heaven and hell. Jackson has taken me to levels of euphoria I never knew existed. He’s pushed my limits in ways I could never have imagined. I’m so addicted there’s no way of getting him out of my system. The hellish part has been hiding it from Noah. It’s getting harder and harder to act normal when his father’s around. Sooner or later, Noah will figure it out. The sexual tension is impossible to hide when we’re around one another.
At work, Jackson moved Noah to a different department, not wanting to draw any attention as to why I spent so much time in his office behind closed doors. He’s insatiable. We fuck during the day, at night, and when he finds a reason to send Noah to work early, we fuck on every surface of the kitchen. It’s all I think about. His cock. His scent on my body. His ownership and the submission I allow. He’s embedding himself so deep I’m beginning to worry it’ll be impossible for me to walk away.
He’s forbidden. An enigma. A man with so much power over me, it’s only a matter of time before he ruins me.
I lay back down, pondering my fucked-up situation. Turning onto my side, I stare at the empty spot where Noah slept. Jackson has become obsessed with marking me like a wild animal claiming his prey. Every night, when I slip into bed, I pray Noah doesn’t smell him on me, wondering how he hasn’t already. “Fuck, I’m going to hell,” I huff, climbing out of bed. I shower, get ready for work, and head downstairs for my much-needed cup of coffee, as I’m averaging only four hours of sleep a night.