Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 104081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
But for tonight, I had more pressing matters to attend to.
“For the record,” she said, her ass balanced on her heels, knees against the hardwood floor. “Me talking to your teammate is not the same as you having a girl grinding on your lap.”
I smirked, widening my stance as I folded my arms and stared down at where she knelt. “If you want to demand something, Maven, just say it.”
Her eyes flicked between mine. “You’re not mine to command.”
“No?” I asked, tilting my head. Then, I walked slowly to where she was, tilting her chin with my knuckles so she looked up at me. “Don’t let another man touch you unless you have my permission. I don’t care if you’re just friends.”
Her eyelids fluttered a bit, and I arched a brow, waiting.
“Don’t touch another woman,” she said carefully, quietly.
“What was that?”
“Don’t touch another woman,” she said, louder, eyes on mine. “And don’t let another woman touch you.”
My smile climbed, her steely command making my cock twitch. I leaned down, taking her chin in my hand and kissing those sweet words left hanging on her lips. When I released her, I stood tall again.
“As you wish. Now, pull your dress up to your hips.”
I saw it, the moment her breathing intensified, the moment the rules were laid out and it was time to play again. Her lids fluttered as she slowly folded her fingertips into the fabric at her waist, scrunching it up little by little until it popped over her ass and settled there, ruched at her hips.
“Spread your legs.”
Her nostrils flared as she did.
“Wider.”
Again, she obeyed, feet together under her ass and knees spread wide. I could see the brown fabric of her thong, how it blended with her skin.
“Pull those perfect tits out of that dress.”
With her eyes still on me, she slid the thin strap off one of her shoulders, and then the next, peeling the fabric down until her breasts tumbled out. She didn’t have a bra on underneath, and my cock hardened to stone at the sight of her.
The city spread out in the window behind her, lights reflecting off the water of the Hillsborough River. And she was a piece of art against that backdrop.
I swallowed, making quick work of my shoes before my hands moved to unbuckle my belt. Maven’s gaze fell to watch me, until I had it and the button on my dress slacks unfastened. I tugged the zipper down next, and then shrugged my pants off, followed by my sports coat and button-up shirt.
I left the shirt on, open, exposing my chest and stomach with the sleeves shoved up to my elbows. My briefs were a fucking tent, cock aching to be free, but I stayed clothed as I walked over to her again.
“Are you wet?” I asked her, smoothing my thumb over her jawline.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Show me.”
She slid one hand between her legs, eyelids fluttering a bit as she swiped her finger under her thong. When she pulled it out again and showed me her glistening fingertips, I bit my lip at the sight.
“We can do better than that,” I said, and then I pulled my briefs off, kicking them to the side. I palmed myself, wrapping my fist around my cock and smoothing it with two slow pumps. Maven practically salivated when I did, her thigh muscles activating like she wanted to clench her legs together.
I used my feet to spread her knees even wider, and then held them there just in case — so she had no choice but to stay splayed.
“Open that pretty mouth for me, pet.”
“Say please.”
My eyebrows shot into my hairline at how quickly she combatted my request, and with a short laugh barreling out of my chest, I held my cock at the seam of her lips.
“Please,” I said with a smirk.
Her eyes glittered with amusement as she opened her mouth, tongue skating out to flick my tip.
I hissed at that first touch, shaking my head as her eyes smiled up at me. But she held her mouth open, and I slicked the crown of me with her tongue before dipping my cock inside her mouth just an inch.
“Fuck,” I groaned, every nerve in me firing to life at the feel of her wet heat. I withdrew, running my head over her bottom lip before I pressed inside again, this time a bit deeper.
Maven tilted her head down a bit, angling her jaw so she could take me in without gagging. It was the most torturous, beautiful sight — her knees spread wide, nipples peaked, mouth open and ready to be fucked.
My hands found her hair, and I carefully held her to me, working myself out and then deeper inside. Each time she made room for another centimeter of me, I groaned my approval, flexing my hips and watching my cock disappear between her lips.