Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
She’s breathing hard, that open window on her dress showing her chest heaving. “I don’t…answer…to that.”
I find her G-spot and fuck it, my fingertips nailing it everytime I stroke in.
Her hips grind and buck beneath me.
“I don’t…Stop.”
I go still. Well, I stop finger-fucking her. I can’t prevent my thumb from lightly rubbing over her clit.
“Please.” She sounds so unlike herself, but then she’s on the edge of an orgasm. At least, I thought she was.
I slide my fingers out. “What do you need, Windows?” My voice is as rough as sandpaper.
Her lids droop. “You. I mean, not your fingers.” A blush spreads over her face and across the open window to the skin at her chest.
A smug smile twists my lips. “You want my cock, Madison?”
“Uh huh.”
I unzip my pants and fist my erection. “You say a lot of things with that sassy mouth of yours. Don’t tell me you can’t ask for what you need.”
I reach in my pocket for a condom and frown when I find none. I tossed them when I committed to keeping my hands off my sexy secretary.
She sees my frown and interprets it correctly. “It’s okay,” she calls. “I’m on the pill.”
My cock jumps in my fist. She wants me inside her, bare? My control’s about to shatter, but I force myself to check. “You’re sure.”
She nods slowly, staring at my dick. Her tongue touches her perfect lips, and my cock swells to an impossible size.
“Say it.”
Of course, my little alpha female assistant can never back down from a challenge. She pushes up on her forearms and meets my gaze squarely. “Give me. Your cock.”
I laugh. An actual laugh. I love her getting sexually aggressive with me.
“My pleasure.”
I drag the head of my cock through her juices, teasing her before I part her sweet flesh and feed her my length. She watches the place where our bodies connect, I watch her lovely face.
I’ve never been so fascinated by a female in my life. Her every expression, every nuance captivates me. I thought fucking the assistant would get her out of my system, but it seems to be the opposite. The more times I have her, the more I need her.
She’s becoming an addiction, and I’m afraid I’ll never satisfy the craving.
I’m careful, giving her time to get used to my size. I was too rough last time, and I have to remember she’s human. But as her scent curls around me, as her hot, sweet flesh engulfs my cock, I grip her thighs tighter, push in with more force.
Her soft moan of approval drives me insane. Before I know it, I’m pounding into her, shaking the desk with the force of my thrusts, making her cover her mouth to muffle her cries.
I bring my thumb back to that sensitive nubbin at the apex of her sex and give it a rough rub as I jackhammer into her.
She screams behind her palm, hips jacking up off the desk. Even though I want to go on forever like this with her, I can’t. Not when her hot flesh seizes around my cock.
I growl, eyes rolling up to my brows as my climax comes on like a bullet train. I slap against her ass with my loins driving to the finish. Heat makes me want to shred out of my suit like a werewolf caught in a shift before he can undress. I slam in deep and come, my thighs jerking against the desk, my thumb still rubbing her swollen clit. She comes some more, even harder this time, her internal muscles spasming around my dick, dragging me halfway to heaven.
I take a moment to breathe. Let the tilting floor right itself. My vision returns to normal.
I grab a couple tissues from the box on my desk and use them to clean us both.
Madison sits, a lovely flush making her skin glow.
I purposely play the part of the dick, since that’s what she seems to want. “I need the paperwork from the Adirondack purchase on my desk in five. Tell Noah I need to see him at nine thirty, and let HR know about your salary increase.”
Her eyes flick down in an uncharacteristic gesture before they return to my face. “Actually, I’ve reconsidered my salary request.” Her voice is polite and businesslike as always. “It was excessive and made in a moment of anger.”
I study her, trying to understand her change of heart on this one. I did notice she didn’t seem glad when she won the negotiation. Perhaps she doesn’t feel she truly earned it.
She slides her butt toward the edge of the desk, but I don’t move to let her hop down. “Besides, I don’t want people thinking I got it because I’m screwing the boss.”
I narrow my eyes, not liking the way this is going. “Am I paying you for sex, Madison?”