Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 81407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
She let out a low moan.
Yeah, that husky voice that had made me horny when she was reading the will. That’s how I wanted to hear it, moaning as I fucked her.
“Feed good, baby? You like that?”
She inhaled sharply. “God, yes.”
I pulled out and slid back in balls deep. Already my nuts were tightening, crushing to my body. This wouldn’t take long.
But I wanted it to. Screw fast and furious. I wanted to fuck her long and slow and deep.
I pulled out and plunged in again. God, sweet suction. I wanted to touch her clit, rub it, make her come, but I couldn’t in this position.
“Play with yourself, baby,” I whispered into her ear. “Make it feel good.” I grabbed her hand and led it around her front and under her skirt. “I’m not going to last long. You have such a tight cunt. I want to come inside you. Fill you up.”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said on a sigh.
“Believe it, baby. Feel me. This is real. Feel me fucking you right here in your office.”
6
Lacey
I still couldn’t believe it.
This wasn’t me. Lacey Ward didn’t do things like this. She didn’t have sex in her office, certainly not with some bad boy biker rebel, the son of her deceased client.
He thrust in and out of me, and damn, I hadn’t been filled so completely since… Had I ever?
He was huge, and the feeling of him inside me made me crazy. As if he were opening something that had previously been closed off to the world.
I was hardly an innocent. I’d had a few relationships in my day, even a few casual fucks.
But this…
This was something I’d never had. Might never have again. And despite myself, I was enjoying the hell out of it. I touched my clit and—
“Oh, my God!” The orgasm rolled through me like a tidal wave, and my legs wobbled like jelly.
“Yeah, that’s right, baby. You come. Come for me. Come all over my hard cock. Fuck, I can feel you coming. You’re amazing, baby. Fucking amazing.”
Thank God he was pushing me against my desk, or I wouldn’t have been able to stand. Still he pumped in and out of me, and now that my pussy had tightened up from the climax, it felt even better, as if he were tunneling through a narrow cavern that had never seen light before.
“I can’t last much longer, Lacey,” Rock said against my neck, kissing it. “You’re so tight. I can’t— Fuck!” he roared.
He pushed into me with such an urgency that I fell over onto my desk, my breasts hitting my blotter.
I breathed in and out rapidly, trying to catch my breath, sadness sweeping over me that it was over.
For it was over.
This would never happen again.
I didn’t do things like this.
Rock touched my arms, gently pulled me up, and turned me around to face him. I couldn’t meet his gaze.
He lifted my chin so I had no choice. “You’re incredible.”
I didn’t feel incredible. A tug of war was raging inside me. Half of me wanted to slink away and hide in a cave of embarrassment. The other half of me wanted to rip the clothes off of his muscular body and start all over again.
One orgasm, and I was usually done.
I’d just had the most explosive orgasm of my life—fully clothed and in my office, no less—and I was ready to go again.
I opened my mouth to speak but then shut it abruptly. What could I say to him? Tell him that the last ten minutes had been the most exciting in my life, but it could never happen again? Ever? Tell him I was sorry for acting so unprofessionally? Yes, I had been unprofessional. Ridiculously unprofessional. But sorry?
No. I wasn’t sorry. Not the least bit.
I cleared my throat and pulled my skirt down over my ass and thighs. Remarkably, my stockings and garter belt were still in place. In the corner of my eye, I could see the remains of my thong on the carpet.
“It’s a shame to cover you back up,” Rock said, grinning.
I cleared my throat again, trying—and failing—to think of something to say to defuse this situation. He discreetly disposed of the condom and the threads of my thong, and then re-buttoned his jeans.
It’s a shame to cover you up too.
The words were lodged in my throat, unable to emerge.
I hadn’t even seen him. Only felt him. And suddenly it became of the ultimate importance to me to see his dick, to lay eyes on the instrument that had given me so much pleasure.
Too bad that would never happen.
“I must be better than I thought I was,” Rock said. “I seem to have rendered you incapable of speech.”
If my cheeks weren’t already red as a stop sign, they sure as heck were now.