Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
“Lunch break,” he growls, grinding into me hard enough to make my toes curl. “I’m the one who feeds you.” Slowly, he pumps out and in, groaning gutturally as he does it. “And you give me this fucking feast in return, don’t you? This wet, sexy cunt that drives me a little crazier every day. You know, I can feel when you open your thighs up here. I feel it in my cock.”
“I can’t go an hour without wanting you,” I gasp, because he’s pummeling me now in quick, deep drives. “You’re so hot down there, I can’t concentrate.”
“That so, baby?”
“Yeah,” I pout.
He surges forward, breathing erratic against my lips. “You might understand one tenth of how I feel. It’s not enough that you’re alone up here where no one can experience you but me…I’m still jealous. I’m jealous of the fucking air in this office for touching your skin. I’m jealous of the air you breathe, because it gets to be in your lungs.” He slams his hips forward, making me cry out. “Breathe me. Breathe me.”
My orgasm erupts suddenly and intensely, my legs trembling violently, hot moisture rushing to where I’m joined with my husband. My husband who loves me so furiously, he can barely stand the pleasure as it rides over his features and turns them slack, his spend fountaining inside of me, scalding hot and thick.
“That’s baby number six,” he pants, dragging his tongue up my neck and cheek. “I might give this pussy a day off when we get to ten.” The last of my climax causes me to clench around him and he moans, slamming a fist down on the desk. “Forget I said that.”
I giggle drowsily into his neck, letting myself go boneless.
Knowing he’ll catch me—and he does. He lifts me off the desk and settles me into his lap, stroking his fingertips up and down my spine. “I love you so much, Ayla,” he chokes out. “Thank you for being mine. Thank you for building this life with me.”
“I love you, too, Flynt. More than my heart can take sometimes,” I whisper against his greasy shoulder. “But thank me in another seventy years. We’re not done building.”
“That’s right.” He tucks my hair behind my ear and looks down at me, affection overflowing from his eyes. “We’re never, ever done.”
THE END