Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 93957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
“Bend over my desk. Show yourself to me,” I commanded.
“And you’re keeping your suit on? That’s not fair.”
I put my hands on my hips and held his stare until he groaned grumpily and turned to face the desk. He swayed from side to side, glancing over his shoulder expectantly. When I didn’t move or react, he reached back to trace his crack. I swatted his hand away, then smacked his ass hard enough to leave a handprint. He grunted…and damned if he didn’t hum in pleasure.
“What did I say about listening to me?”
“I have no idea. Just tell me your dick is involved here.”
I skirted my desk and grabbed a bottle of lube and a condom from the top drawer, chuckling softly when he murmured, “Thank fuck.” But I didn’t answer his litany of questions. He’d find out what we were doing soon enough.
“Such a pretty ass. Spread your cheeks for me. That’s it.” I poured lube on my fingers and moved behind him, bending to kiss his ear as I slid a single digit along his crease. “Does that feel good?”
“Mmm. Yeah. More.”
“What do you say?”
“Please,” he begged.
I rested my middle finger on his puckered entrance and closed my fist around his cock. “Better?”
“No, give me more.”
“Like this?” I pushed my finger inside him as I stroked him from base to tip.
He shivered in response. “Yes. Fuck, yes.”
I shoved his jeans farther down his legs so they pooled around his ankles, letting him take hold of his dick. “Whoa. Relax, partner. You’re not coming for a while.”
Johnny turned to give me a dirty look. “What the hell? I want you to fuck me. Isn’t that what we’re doing here?”
I raised my brows. “You want me to fuck you in my office? You know there’re a lot of people on the other side of that door.”
“Who cares?”
“I’m the boss. I can’t fuck a patron,” I replied matter-of-factly.
“Very fucking funny. I promise never to come here again…if you let me come here now. I’m obviously desperate. Look at me.” He gestured at his cock sticking out proudly from under his shirt.
I nipped his bottom lip and snickered. “You have no idea how sexy you are. Half-dressed and oh-so horny for me. Let me see. Go on…bend over.”
Johnny obeyed, wiggling his ass and moaning aloud when I slipped my finger inside him again. I undid the buttons on his shirt with my free hand and tweaked his nipples.
He straightened, shooting a funny glance my way as if he expected me to chastise him for moving without permission. I didn’t say a word. I just added a second digit and finger-fucked him in earnest, licking his neck and sucking his earlobe, then capturing his mouth in a rough kiss.
A disco jungle beat reverberated in the small office as though the frenetic, sensual energy from the club had slipped under the door. I could feel the pulse of heat and desire swell around us. My tongue in his mouth, my fingers inside him. Johnny gasped for air, dislodging from my hold. When he teetered for balance, I steadied him and slapped his ass. Then I undid my trousers and freed my aching cock from my boxer briefs, shoving the fabric aside as I reached for the condom.
“Mmm, do it again. Make it red. I want your hands on me,” he begged.
I unwrapped the latex and released an unsteady breath. He was killing me. I added lube to my sheathed cock, pumped myself, and rubbed his pinkened flesh a few times before spanking him again. And again.
Johnny went nuts. He growled my name and gripped himself, stroking like mad.
“Shh. Settle down. I want inside you.”
“Yes, yes, yes.”
I lined my dick at his hole and pushed…and didn’t get anywhere. I probably hadn’t prepared him enough, and more lube was always a good idea. I backed off to add more, but he stopped me.
“Baby, I don’t want to hurt you,” I whispered, slicking his entrance with the pad of my thumb.
“You won’t. Fuck me…just fuck me.”
I rested my forehead on his shoulder, willing my breath to steady as I made my way inside him again. I didn’t stop this time. I pushed inch by inch, burying myself to the hilt. I kissed his neck and splayed my hands over his toned abs, pushing the fabric of his shirt aside before dipping lower to wrap my fingers around his.
We found our rhythm almost immediately. He moved back when I moved forward as if we were dancing a waltz…perfectly in time. But there was nothing pretty about the act. Johnny liked rough and dirty, and I did my best to deliver. I let go of his cock to clutch his ass, digging my nails into his skin as I rode him hard from behind, pistoning my hips over and over while he grunted and begged for more. Faster, more, faster, more.