Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 74956 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74956 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
As soon as she’s pulled it through the buckle, I shove my jeans and boxers down around my knees, and then I’m back between her thighs, groaning as she wraps her legs tight around me. The feel of her slick, swollen pussy against my dick is enough to snap the last of my will to go slow.
I push forward, sinking into her in one slow, steady stroke that has us both gasping. The feel of her around me—tight, hot, perfect—is overwhelming.
I have to close my eyes for a moment, fighting to breathe and not to come.
Her thighs clamp around me like a vise, her nails digging into my shoulders as I bottom out inside her. My forehead presses against hers, both of us panting, sweat already beading at the base of my spine.
“Fuck, Remy,” I grit out, my hips twitching instinctively as I brace a hand on the desk beside her. “You destroy me. Every fucking time.”
Her answer is a sharp bite to my lower lip as her hips arch off the desk to take me deeper. The wood creaks beneath our combined weight, the groaning strangely loud in the quiet room. Her breath catches as a sound comes from outside, and we both freeze—her wide eyes locked on mine and my cock throbbing inside her.
Distant voices drift in from down the hall, muffled but close enough to make her tense.
“Really hard to stop right now,” I grit out.
“No, don’t stop,” she whispers, her voice frayed. “Just quiet. Maybe slower will help.”
Slower. Right.
I drag my mouth down her neck, tongue swirling as I pull out, then glide slowly, oh-so-slowly forward. She gasps and reaches around, digging her nails into my ass. Her heels leverage against the backs of my thighs, urging me deeper on my next thrust. I can feel the coil in my gut tightening, the pressure building too fast, but I clench my jaw and push it down.
I’m not even close to done with her, not until she comes for me again.
Her eyes squeeze shut, her brow knitting as she whimpers, “More. Need more. Need you hard, Stone.”
“Wall?” I pant.
“Yes,” she says, nodding fast.
I kiss her deep, our teeth pressing together through skin as I grip her bottom with both hands, lifting her into the air. Her arms wrap around my neck and her legs tighten around my hips, keeping my cock buried inside her as I stumble toward the wall. I don’t stop moving until her back hits the plaster.
The impact makes her gasp. Or maybe it’s the fact that I can push even deeper from this angle, so deep every inch of me is encased in her pulsing heat.
“Feel so good, Rem, so good,” I whisper as I pin her there, one hand gripping her ass, the other braced beside her head as I take her hard, just the way she asked.
“Oh God, oh God,” she chants as I piston into her, giving her everything I have. “I’m going to come. Going to come, Stone.”
“Look at me,” I breathe. “I want to see you.”
Her eyes fly open, glittering and wild as we strain toward the finish line together. When her head falls back, I cover her mouth, muffling her cry against my palm. Her pussy clenches tight, tighter, milking my cock, and I’m right behind her. My release slams into me, tipping me over the edge, my hips stuttering as I empty every drop inside her.
Afterward, I sag against the wall. She drops a foot to the ground, helping us both stay upright as we catch our breath.
“Thanks,” I whisper, once I’m capable of speech.
“Anytime,” she says, pressing a kiss to my jaw. “That was insanely hot.”
“I know,” I tease, grinning when she pinches my waist. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it. Hold on a second, let me see if I can reach the tissues from here.”
“Just scoot to your right,” she says. “I have a spare towel in the closet.”
“Again, she’s always prepared,” I say, inching that way, keeping myself buried deep. Partly to contain the mess until we’re ready to mop up. Partly because I never want to leave her pussy.
If I die buried eight inches deep in Rem, I’ll consider myself a lucky man.
We clean up as best we can. I retrieve scattered papers from the floor that I don’t remember knocking off the desk as Remy slips into her underthings.
When we’re both dressed and looking reasonably put together, I ask, “So…what now?”
She looks up from where she’s zipping up her duffle bag, her expression relaxed, hopeful. “I guess we just take it one day at a time. Have fun. Be good to each other. Try not to freak out when we remember that this is all kind of scary.”
“Sounds good,” I say. “And no other man gets to touch you or look at you or smell you or even think about dating you, right?”