Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
I open my legs farther, giving him access, and he strokes me, coating his finger with my desire before strumming my clit. My head falls back against his shoulder, and he keeps stroking me, murmuring in my ear, “Does that feel good, baby? You like that?”
I can feel the orgasm brewing, and I clutch his arm. He chuckles, deep and throaty. “Give it to me, Bree. I want you to come on my hand, baby.”
He kisses the side of my neck, and I go off, body writhing, every muscle pulled tight. He’s relentless and doesn’t slow down as my body no longer feels like my own. Over and over, he brings me over the edge, and after another orgasm, I’m lying limp and face down across his desk.
“Look at me,” he demands.
I lift my head so I can look at him over my shoulder. He pulls his hand up and sucks my arousal off his fingers. His eyes close briefly, showing his enjoyment. It’s like tasting me makes him unhinged.
Putting a hand to my back, he presses me into the desk. He pulls my skirt up over my ass, my panties down to my knees, and then stops.
The sound of his belt coming off, his zipper coming down, and his pants falling has me gripping the edge of the table.
His hands knead at my ass, and then he gives me a hard slap.
I whimper as he grabs my hips, his fingers digging into my skin. He pulls me back, and his bare manhood ruts along my clit. I’m too sensitive there, and I put my head down on the desk and force myself to breathe.
One hand leaves me, and I look at him over my shoulder. He grips his manhood, lining it up at my core. He slides into me, and I groan as he does it in one fluid motion, not stopping until he’s completely filled me up.
He pauses, letting me adjust to him, and then slowly starts to pummel in and out of me.
I turn my head and groan into the hard wood. “Yes.”
He plows into me, over and over, grunting.
He leans over, and with every plunge inside me, he grunts.
“He can look, but he can’t touch you, Bree.”
“I’m the only one that gets to see you like this.”
“You’re mine, baby. Just mine.”
I’m not sure he even knows what he’s saying. Every word out of his mouth is filled with possessiveness.
He drives into me harder and reaches around, putting a finger against my already sensitive nub. I shake my head. “I can’t…”
He chuckles in my ear. “You don’t think I can make you come again?”
I clench my eyes shut, and it’s as if I’m fighting my own body because the sensation is there and my body is fully reacting to his touch. “I can’t,” I say again even as my body starts to succumb to the pressure.
He lifts me up and starts hitting me at another angle. There’s no holding back, and I squeeze on to him tighter as the orgasm hits me fast and hard. I scream.
He turns my head and covers my mouth with his as my body writhes with the climax. He pummels into me until he’s shot every drop of cum deep inside.
I wait for him to take back what he said. Or to say it was in the heat of the moment, but he says none of those things.
He pulls out of me but uses his finger to push his cum inside me and hold it there. “Mine, Bree. You’re mine until I’m done with you.”
I should hate him. I should tell him to go to hell or twenty other things, but I deserve this. I made him like this.
I watch him as he walks into his bathroom. He looks at me through the open door and beckons me to follow him.
I look on the floor around me and can’t find my panties. I can feel the heat in my cheeks as I walk into the bathroom. “I can’t find my underwear.”
He pats his front pocket. “I have them.”
He grabs a towel from under the sink and puts it under the spray of the warm water. I try to take it from him, but he doesn’t let it go. “I got you.”
He then proceeds to clean me up before taking care of himself.
I watch open-mouthed as he cleans himself up and then pulls my skirt fully down over my hips.
I hold a hand out. “And my underwear?”
He pats his pocket. “I’m keeping them.”
I put my hands on my hips. “You want me to work without any panties on?”
He groans and shakes his head. “I didn’t think this through.”
He steps toward me and puts a finger under my chin, lifting my head so I have to look at him. “I won’t get any work done knowing you are in there without any panties, but I’m keeping them.” His voice softens. “You okay with everything? All I can give you is this until your contract is up.”