Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Yet I find myself getting up from my seat in slow motion and approaching the seated man as he waits. As I come closer, the blood begins to pound in my ears as my heart thrums. I’m being pulled to his massive form as if caught by a powerful tractor beam, and my insides melt as my skin goes hot. Meanwhile, Brad’s blue eyes begin to gleam, even as he stays stock still.
“Yes,” the older man rasps. “Come here, sweetheart.”
I come to a halt while positioned between his two spread knees. I can feel the fabric of his suit pants on the outsides of my thighs, and I look down at him with wide eyes, the oxygen thin in my lungs.
“What do I do next, Mr. Landry?” I whisper. “I’m not sure.”
He lets out an inarticulate groan.
“It’s easy, sweetheart. Just bend your head and press your lips against mine.”
My pupils dilate as I stare into Brad’s azure eyes, and suddenly, I see that the inner iris of one is a greenish brown. How interesting! This man has a bit of heterochromia, but immediately my inner voice speaks.
What are you doing? it screeches. How can you even be thinking about his eye color at a moment like this? Run, girl, run! Run like the wind!
But I shut out the voice because the truth is that I don’t want to run. I want to be right here, standing between the powerful alpha male’s knees as my small hands rest on his shoulders. I want to stare into his gaze, consumed by the lust in them, as I lean slowly forwards and press my lips against his mobile ones. They’re warm and soft, and at first, nothing happens. But then, Brad seizes control and before I realize it, the kiss has deepened.
He grasps my chin in his hands and tilts it so that I’m exactly at the angle he wants, pulling me down against that massive frame. Then, his mouth slants over mine, possessive and controlling, and I lose myself to the heady power of his touch. This is a man who knows how to kiss, and when his tongue touches mine, I let out a low moan at the intimacy.
“Ohhhh,” is my breathless sigh. “Mmm.”
“You taste sweet,” he rasps against my lips. “Like honey, sweetheart. I knew you would.”
What does that mean? Has Brad been thinking of me? I try to process but it’s impossible when I’m clasped in his strong arms, having the living daylights kissed out of me.
But Brad’s no fumbling teen boy who’s hoping to get to second base. The CEO shifts me again so that I’m plastered against his chest, assaulted by that dominant, yet sensual mouth. My lips part in acquiescence as he pushes into my mouth, those big hands tunneling through my blonde hair. Faintly, I realize the clips are being plucked out, and my tresses tumble down my back in a golden wave as Brad groans.
“So beautiful,” he rasps reverently, breaking our kiss for a moment. “Everything about you is gorgeous, Minnie.”
Then, his lips are on mine again, hungry and possessive. I mewl helplessly under his touch, my insides beginning to combust as he groans with pleasure, shifting me in his lap. Before I realize it, a big hand is at my knee, gently squeezing the sensitive flesh there.
“You’re perfectly shaped, sweetheart,” he rasps against my lips. “Like a doll.” Then, the warmth of his palm begins to travel up my thigh. I pause for a moment, astonished.
“Daddy, what are you doing?” I whisper breathlessly, staring into those blue eyes. “Should this be happening?”
Brad lets out a low groan, his hand hot on my sensitive flesh.
“No, but I’m going to anyways, sweetheart. You’re too sexy to resist.”
Then, his mouth captures mine in another drugging kiss as I wind my arms around that bronzed neck, succumbing to his assault. Meanwhile, his hand travels up my leg again, gently stroking the ivory flesh before moving towards the apex of my thighs. The heat there is indescribable and before I realize it, he’s trailed a large finger over my wet pussy lips.
“Fuck,” Brad bites out. “Goddamn.”
I stare at him.
“What is it, Daddy?”
“You’re not wearing panties, sweetheart,” he rasps. “Is that something that bad girls do?”
I gasp because in the heat of the moment, I’d forgotten that I left my panties at home this morning.
“I got dressed this morning, and the material of my skirt is thin,” I murmur as my cheeks flush red. “I shop at Forever21, a cheap teen store, because I can’t afford better, and the stuff there is all poor quality and disposable. So my panties left lines beneath my skirt and I didn’t want to appear unprofessional. So yes, Daddy,” I whisper with embarrassment. “I didn’t wear panties this morning.”
Brad stares at me, like he can’t believe what he’s hearing. But then, his finger traces over my pussy lips again and I let out a throaty moan as tingles run through my cunt. Oh my god, this feels so good! The older man groans, watching my reaction, and gently shifts his hand so that he’s stroking the underside of my clit, teasing the button as hot jolts of sensation ripple through my curves.