Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 73(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 73(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
She moans too loudly, and I’m forced to use one hand to cover her mouth while I let mine coax another orgasm out of her. When I drag my tongue up her slit, she grips the back of my head to thrust her pelvis into me. Good girl. Her climax coats my chin, and it makes me feral.
“Fuck. Fuck me, Aiden. Please.”
I know it’s too little too late to hold back, but I’m not going to do that just yet. I use my free hand to slip two of my fingers inside of her while sucking on her clit, stroking the top of her walls with a come-hither motion to hit her G-spot.
Lana’s moans of pleasure are growing too loud for my hand to muffle. I have to pull my mouth away from her to silence her with a kiss. She strokes my cock and guides me to her entrance, and that’s when I realize I can’t resist her even if I try.
I let her pull my cock inside of her soft pussy and nearly come as soon as I thrust inside of her. Gritting my teeth and fighting for control, I move my hips, and my eyes roll to the back of my head when she begins meeting my drives.
In and out...
Back and forth...
Up and down...
I fuck the shit out of Lana on top of my desk until it sounds like we’re two animals rutting in a forest. The desk moves, and the phone falls off while anything not heavy enough to stay in its place rolls to the floor.
Her pussy envelops my cock, squeezing it to a climax I can’t stop.
“Fuck, your pussy was made for me. Where have you been?” I ask her between panting breaths.
She kisses me gently as I deliver my spend. “Belize.”
That draws soft laughter out of both of us, and I pull out of her, careful not to smear my seed on either of our clothes. Thankfully, I have an executive bathroom suite where we clean up.
With our clothes back on and my office somewhat put back together, the scent of our sex lingers in the air, which brings a smile to my face. I spare a glance at Lana as she smoothes her skirt down and sits in the chair.
I sit behind my desk and adjust my tie.
Lana smirks. “Now that we’ve got that out of the way, how long does it take for you to vet someone for the position you have in mind for me?”
I’m ready to position her over the edge of this desk, rub the curves of that firm ass, and slide my cock back inside of her. Yet, I know that’s not what she’s talking about. I appreciate her professionalism.
“I’ll have HR fingerprint you and honor everything we’ve discussed about this role. Whatever you need will be granted so long as you pass your background check. I should have all the information I need by tonight to make a permanent decision.”
The sound of my phone ringing breaks my train of thought, and a call and email come through at the same time. Scoffing at the name and number, I send Carl to voicemail, opting to read his email instead.
“Great, the security footage is here,” I tell her, pulling it up on my computer. “Come take a look. Maybe your expert eye can tell me anything I’m not seeing.”
Lana walks around and leans over my shoulder as I play the video. She’s close enough for me to breathe in the soft notes of vanilla and lilacs wafting off her hair. The ponytail is gone, and her black strands cascade over her shoulder. I want to wrap my hand in it, pull it back, and shove every inch of myself into her mouth again.
Deep breaths help me focus on the task in front of us.
Lana scrutinizes the video, opening her mouth to speak but closing it, letting out soft grunts of frustration instead. I move to the side and put her hand over the square mouse pad to let her navigate the video.
“This spans the entire week?” She sounds surprised.
“Yeah. Carl is efficient most of the time when I tell him to do something.”
“What’s the deal with you two?” She glances at me for a moment, studying my face as if our history’s playing on my forehead.
“When I first registered Jeremy for school, I showed up to a parent meeting. Carl treated me like I was some benefactor there for a viral moment. When I shrugged that off and asked about the programs in the school, he brushed me off and promised to send me literature.”
“That doesn’t sound too bad.”
I nod. “It doesn't, except the literature he sent were donation packages for big-dollar donors to the school. I could have a hall built and named after me with a large enough donation that would secure my son’s spot once the school year began. He even joked that a guy like me could pay someone on his staff to pay attention for me. I lost my temper that anyone would reduce what I feel for my son to the money I make for a living.”