Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Finally, our pulses begin to subside and I seize Clara’s mouth in a deep, passionate kiss.
“Thank you, honey. Thanks for letting me claim you like that.”
She merely giggles before running her hands through my dark hair.
“It’s no problem, Mr. Herald. You know I like it too, and I always want to earn my paycheck,” she says with a coy look. Then, the sweet girl moves to get up from my lap, my huge cock sliding out of her pussy inch by inch to drop against my thigh. Fuck, it’s covered in her juices and as Clara giggles, I nod to her panties, which are crumpled in a heap on the floor.
“Hand those to me, baby girl.”
She titters before cocking her head at me.
“But why?”
I merely wink.
“Just watch.”
Then, Clara hands me the scrap of cotton fabric, and I use it to wipe off my cock. That’s right. It comes away wet and moist with our combined juices, and then I hold it to my nose and take a deep sniff.
“Fuck, your pussy smells good, sweetheart. I’m going to take these out whenever I have a boring conference call and smell them, just to add some spice to my day.”
Clara giggles.
“But Mr. Herald, you already have a drawerful of my panties,” she says in a teasing voice. “What are you going to do with more?”
I merely wink while opening a drawer on the right side of my desk because Clara’s right. The space is already filled with her sassy lingerie, and I toss the pink panties in with the rest of my collection.
“You can never have too many panties,” I rasp. “Besides, you know I adore the smell and taste of your cunt, baby. It never fails to turn me on.”
Clara rolls her eyes while struggling into her clothes once more.
“But Mr. Herald, I have your seed in me,” she mewls. “It’s dripping out of my pussy and I need the panties to catch them. Otherwise, it’s going to make a mess.”
I merely shrug while grinning like a bastard.
“Just go to the bathroom when you feel the dripping start,” I instruct. “Clean yourself up with some paper towels while thinking of who put that in you. But yeah, I like the thought of my come oozing out of your puss all day, sweetheart. It’s just another good part of you joining Herald. Fuck, hiring you has been the best thing I’ve done all year.” But then a thought crosses my mind. “By the way, does your stepdad know about us?”
Clara pauses while buckling her bra. It’s a white, lacy thing that only highlights her huge tits, but I make myself stay in my seat.
“No, I don’t think so. Why?”
I shrug.
“Carl’s a good guy. He doesn’t deserve this. After all, what father wants to know that his little girl’s getting boned? Much less by his boss?”
Clara bites her lip.
“Yeah, I think that would really upset him,” she says in a low voice. My blue eyes grow sharp as I take in her curvy form.
“Why, did something happen? Did Carl say something to you?”
She shakes her head.
“Oh no, not that at all. It’s just … well, I think I’ve told you, but things have been a little weird ever since I moved into his house. It’s different.”
I nod, my pulse beginning to race.
“Different? How?”
Clara bites her lip again, that pink pout lush and inviting. I have half a mind to kiss her again, but first, I want to hear what she says. She looks at the ground for a moment, and then up at me with worried brown eyes.
“Well, as I’ve mentioned, there’s tension in the air sometimes. But good tension, and not bad. It’s actually a little electric,” she confides in a whisper. “It’s sexual.”
That has sitting up in my seat because although Clara has alluded to the attraction between her and Carl, she’s never spoken on it directly. But now, it seems she’s opening up.
“Sexual how?” I ask in a casual voice. “Is it uncomfortable?”
“No! I mean, yes,” Clara says in a whisper, her cheeks pink. “I mean, Carl’s really handsome and I know it’s terrible that I feel this way, but there’s just so much looking. He stares at me when he thinks I don’t notice, and it’s like he wants to devour my curves.”
I nod, even as my pulse accelerates. After all, Clara doesn’t realize it, but I’m a deviant motherfucker. I’ve definitely engaged in menage in the past, and it was a great experience. I love sharing women, and maybe this is a prime opportunity to engage in a debauched threesome. After all, Carl’s a good-looking guy, and hell, I don’t blame him for lusting after the pretty brat living under his roof. Still, I need more details.
“What do you mean by looking?” I ask in a casual voice, hoping that I don’t sound overeager. “What does Carl do exactly?”