Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 53521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
The door closes, and he twists the lock. As soon as the bottle lowers from my mouth, his lips replace it and his hands are on my hips.
Chapter 6
Shepherd
I’ve wanted to fuck her as soon as I saw her in this dress. When she opened her front door I nearly dropped to the ground to worship her like the goddess she is. Fuck.
She’s breathtaking, and I want to lick every single bit of her. I haven’t felt this way in a really long time. Honestly, I didn’t think I’d ever feel this way again, but there’s just something about Felicity Lark I can’t seem to get enough of.
I played my part well and even came up with a bullshit story about consoling her after she was left at the altar. I never went over to her place. I don’t even have four sisters. Instead, I’ve got four brothers. But I knew that little tidbit would have her and all her co-workers drooling.
The real test was when that skeevy boss came over and practically undressed her with his eyes. I wanted to punch the ever-loving fuck outta him. Which made me realize these feelings bubbling up to the surface, these feelings I thought were long gone, mean something. Seeing Felicity in her long brown dress, her curves making my mouth water, and her eyes dazzling against the light of the moon, made me want to do things to her.
Things I want to do right now.
We aren’t that far from the party and the music’s pretty loud. We exchange the open bottle and I honestly can’t believe she takes a swig straight from it instead of looking for a glass. This little priss might be wilder than I thought.
My mouth is on hers as I lock the door, pushing her up against it. I’m not hiding anything anymore. I know she can feel me getting hard because she moans this tiny moan. Her leg comes up around my hip and I grab her knee. I need to move my lips down her neck. I need to feel more of her skin on mine.
She sets the bottle down, and then things get hazy as my mind’s consumed with lust. She feels too fucking good. I have to admit, I have no plans of returning to that party. Instead, I want to get well acquainted with my neighbor. Very acquainted.
She wraps her arms around my neck as I trail kisses down the column of her throat. I need more, so I step even closer not that it’s even physically possible. I’m like a man gone wild, and the only thing that’ll ever tame me is the feel of her wrapped around me. We’re animalistic as we both maul each other behind this closed door.
When I saw her boss look at her the way he did, something feral took over deep inside me. This need to claim her. This need to own her.
Mine.
I take her ass into my hands and it feels as taut as I knew it would. When I twist around, she puts her arms around my neck and her mouth is on mine. The feeling of her tongue coming into my mouth is like a preview of what’s to come. I set her on the break room table and her legs wrap around me.
“Now,” she whispers against my lips, “I want you, Shepherd.”
That’s all I need to hear. I’ve never unbuttoned my pants faster and that scrap of fabric covering her pussy is moved over just as quickly. I’m inside her, pushing all the way in before I can even take my next breath. We still, letting her acclimate to my size. And then I move, and she meets me. She moans, arching her back against the table on the next thrust, her legs holding on tight.
She meets me thrust for thrust, the legs of the table scuffing across the floor as we go. I want to go deeper so I pull out and grab her arm to sit her up. She’s not happy with me.
“Don’t stop,” she moans. “Why’d you stop?”
“Only for a second, baby. I promise.”
I pull her up and then bend her over the break room table. Her feet come up off the ground as I get her into position. I pull the dress up to expose every inch of her ass. I give it a light smack and she giggles. With my hands on her hips, I’m back inside her. She didn’t miss a beat, still soaking wet. I move one hand up her side and under her dress. She’s moaning again when I graze the underside of her breast and move my thumb across her nipple.
She’s spurred on and moans louder, louder, and even louder. I push harder, put my whole hand over her breast and move my thumb again. Her hands grip the table, her knuckles going white.