Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
“The donation was made by Todd Sharp.”
I sink back into the chair, the phone in one hand as my heart turns to mush. I hurry up to finish the absolutely necessary work, and then I close up my office and head home.
I rush through my garage door and freeze when I see Todd standing at the breakfast bar wearing only gray sweatpants.
Everything slips from my mind, including his generous contribution. Honestly, I even forget my own name as I gaze at him, ready to jump his bones.
My purse hits the floor with a thud. "We're going to talk about your generous donation," I say, and Todd's naked chest flexes as my finger makes its way down, muscles jumping. "But first I'm going to have my way with you. Your generosity really turned me on."
“I’m going to start making weekly donations,” he growls, tossing me over his shoulder. “Hell, make that daily donations.”
He smacks my ass as he rushes down the hallway toward my bedroom. He deposits me at the edge of the bed, eyes locked on mine. "Take off your clothes." The way he says it is pure command, which really turns me on. Who knew I could get off on being ordered around in the bedroom?
I peel off my shirt and shimmy out of my jeans, and he's already ripped away his sweatpants.
Todd collapses onto the bed, limbs splayed with his hard cock bouncing against his abdomen. "What're you waiting for?" he taunts.
I crawl over his legs, my fingers gliding softly over his warm, taut skin. He tenses beneath my touch, a slight twitch betraying his anticipation. "Maggie," he murmurs, a plea hanging in the air. I almost take pity on him, but perhaps some other time.
I wrap my fingers around his hard cock, feeling it pulse and jump in my grip. His eyes roll back, lost in a haze of sensation, as I lower my mouth and envelop the head with my lips.
He jolts as if struck by a bolt of electricity. "Fuck!" The word escapes him in a breathless gasp.
I work him with my lips, tracing every contour with my tongue, and my fist clenches and releases at a steady, insistent pace.
His fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer, almost desperately.
Between ragged breaths, I catch the faintest whisper, a plea that sounds like, "Don't come," as if it's a prayer calling on all his control.
His hands reach for me, strong and steady, gripping firmly as they guide me upward along the length of his muscular body. "Ride me, Mags. Right this moment," he commands, his voice a low growl. My fingers tremble with anticipation, but I manage to line his hard cock up with my wet opening. Slowly, I slide down, feeling every inch as his hardness presses deeply within me.
"There. Holy shit. Just fucking move," Todd begs, his voice filled with desperation.
His fingers press into my hips with a firm grip, exerting a commanding strength that could easily dictate my movements, yet there's a tenderness in his hold, granting me the freedom to set the pace. I settle into a rhythm, feeling the intensity build as he moves within me, pushing me toward the edge of breaking.
Todd's eyes blaze with an intense, fiery passion as he reaches up to gently pluck my nipples, sending shockwaves through my body. A thrilling surge of electricity courses down my spine, igniting every nerve with sizzling heat.
I move my hips in a slow, deliberate circle, feeling the heat build within me. My intimate muscles clench instinctively, hoping to ignite in him the same wild, consuming desire that he stirs within me.
"Come with me," he grits out, barely hanging on. I can't tell if he's ordering or pleading or both.
But I'm already there, pulsing around him until I lose my breath, lose myself, everything going bright and then blissfully slack.
We collapse together, a mess of tangled limbs and heavy, gasping breaths filling the air around us. A little later, I prop myself up, my heart still racing, and lean in to plant a soft kiss on his lips before asking, curiosity lacing my words, “Why did you donate to the literacy program anonymously?”
He meets my gaze, sincerity shining in his eyes. “I wanted you to have the money you needed," he explains, his voice gentle but firm, "but I didn’t want you to feel like I did it to buy your love.”
His words are like a warm embrace, and my heart melts into a puddle of goo. The sincerity of his gesture touches me deeply. “You don’t have to buy my love. I’ve loved you forever,” I confess and snuggle up against his warm body.
My daily five-mile run exhausts the fuck out of my body. I walk through the quiet bedroom and find Maggie still sound asleep. I rush into the bathroom to shower before I wake her up by shoving my tongue deep in her sweet pussy. Steam fills the bathroom as fog clouds the glass doors. I step under the hot spray, feeling my muscles relax. The door slides open and Maggie slips in, all silky skin and luscious curves, wet and slick and intent on driving me insane. Damn. She smiles, and I drag her against me, nothing but heat and pressure as I crush my mouth to her soft lips. Hunger tears at me, and my hands roam over her sweet curves.