Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
This time, I move slower, parting my thighs as he moves the chair closer. He coasts his hands up my legs, pushing them wider yet. “You came into my office in nothing but a coat and tights.”
“Yes.”
“You trying to get me fired?”
“No.” I shake my head. “I just… I wasn’t sure you’d want to—”
“Hazel.” He cuts through my babbling sharply. “I promised you I’d take care of you, didn’t I?” Devan uses his thumbs to part my pussy, his gaze intent. “Obviously I’ve fucked up if I’m letting some frat boy pound your pussy without getting you off.” He glances up. “He ever look at you like this?”
“No,” I breathe. “He mostly fucks me at night after a party.”
“Fool.” He’s still watching me as he runs his thumbs over me. “He lick your pussy, Hazel?”
I shake my head. Devan’s eyebrows wing up, but he doesn’t continue, so I say, “Please. Please make me feel as good as you did before. Please, Devan.” His thumb brushes my clit and I jerk. “I need your cock. I need your mouth on me again. I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?”
I’m already nodding. So easy to promise things when I haven’t seen Jason in five years, but I have the sneaking suspicion that I’d agree to this even if I was dating him right now. The rules don’t seem to apply to Devan and me. “Yes. Anything.”
“I want you to break up with Jason.”
I blink. “Well, I was already planning on doing it.”
He shakes his head slowly. “I want you to do it properly. Tell him a man is seeing to your pussy in a way he never could—the same man who made you come three times in the bathroom of his party.”
I stare down at him. “I think I’d rather just send him the video you took. Do you still have it?”
“Of course I still have it.” He drops his hands and sits back, seeming to be oblivious to the giant cockstand pressing against his jeans. “But I’m not sending it to anyone. Guy like that? He’s likely to share it everywhere he can to get revenge on you.”
He’s not exactly wrong. Jason was a spiteful piece of shit. There’s a reason we only dated a few weeks before I dumped him and moved on. Spitefully leaking a sex tape is exactly something he would have done. “It would get the point across.”
“I take care of you,” Devan says slowly. “That includes this.” He pins me with a look that threatens to curl my toes. “Dump him, Hazel. If you do, you can have this cock right now.”
“Right now?” I lick my lips. “You promise.”
“I’ll fuck you on my desk like the little slut you are.”
I pull my phone out of the coat pocket and type out a text. Once I’m finished, I flip it around and show Devan. “Good enough for you.”
He reads, pauses, and rereads, his eyebrows climbing. “Fuck you, Jason,” he reads aloud. “Go fuck yourself, because that’s all you’re good at. I’m going to go get my pussy taken care of by a man who knows where the clitoris actually is. Lose my number.” He sets the phone aside. “That certainly gets the point across.”
“I prefer to be blunt.”
“I know.” He moves quickly, jerking me off the desk and onto his lap, and takes my mouth. It’s a searing kiss. Both punishment and reward. Devan grabs my ass and brings me more firmly against him, his cock a hard length against me. But the damned jeans are in the way.
I break the kiss and whimper. “Please. I can’t wait any longer.”
“Too damn bad. You came here, birthday girl, so you’re operating on my timeline. Now be a good girl and get on your knees.”
Chapter 14
I all but scramble to my knees. Yes, this is what I want. This is everything I want. Devan allows me to undo his pants and draw his cock out, but he looks increasingly irritated as I do. “I can’t believe what a little slut you are.”
I pause with my hand wrapped around his base. “What?”
“You were going to come in here and fuck me while your boyfriend was back at college.” Devan laces his fingers through my hair and guides my head down until his cock presses to my lips. I suck him down eagerly, taking him as deep as I’m able and ignoring the way my jaw almost immediately starts to ache. He holds me there, almost gagging me, and keeps talking. “Look at you. So eager to choke on my cock while you’re dating someone little college prick. Good girls don’t cheat, Hazel.”
I make a sound of protest, but he tightens his grip on my hair. The look on his face is forbidding. “Good girls don’t show up at the office of their guardian in only a pair of stockings and heels. They don’t sit on their guardian’s desk and spread their thighs and beg him to fuck them.” His voice lowers, gaining an edge. “Good girls don’t do that…but dirty little sluts do.”