Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
My tongue sweeps inside her mouth.
Just one taste. And that’s it. I’ll stop after one taste of her.
I pull the tie from her hair, and my fingers slip inside the silky strands. I angle her head, so I can kiss her deeper.
Her hand is on my chest, sliding up, moving over the T-shirt I really wish I weren’t wearing right now and around to the back of my neck. Her leg shifts up mine.
With my other hand, I grab the back of her thigh and move her leg higher. I can feel the heat from her pussy against my thigh, through her clothes and mine.
I want to lick her, taste her, and hear her screaming my name.
I lick her mouth like I want to do to her pussy.
I’m burning. I’m an inferno. I’m out of control.
And I’m never out of control.
But, fuck, she feels good. Too good.
My tongue is plundering her mouth. My hand is moving higher up her thigh, and those soft whimpers that she makes with each climb of my hand are just fueling me on.
I don’t know how to stop. If I can stop.
My cock is like granite in my shorts.
I want to fuck her. I want to do everything to her.
She moves closer, pushing herself against me. My hand leaves her thigh and glides up her waist.
She whimpers when my fingers graze the underside of her tit. Blood roars in my ears.
I cup her tit in my hand, skimming my thumb over her nipple.
She groans and presses her pussy against my thigh, trying to find friction.
I want her tits in my mouth. I want to lick and bite her nipples. Drive her as crazy as she’s been driving me these past couple of weeks.
Her hand moves down my chest. When she reaches the waistband of my shorts, I shudder and kiss her harder.
I want to feel her small hand around my cock.
But, if she touches me, I’ll fuck her. I’m sure of it. I won’t be able to stop once that line has been crossed. Because, for some reason, I have zero fucking control around her.
I need my control back.
Using gargantuan strength, I catch hold of her hand before it can slip around my dick, and I slow down our kiss to a stop.
Her eyes open, rejection and hurt lining them.
The last thing I want to do is hurt her. I can’t hurt her. I won’t hurt her.
I bring her hand to my mouth and kiss it.
“We can’t…my foot,” I say.
“Oh. Would it hurt if we…” She leaves the words hanging.
I nod in response.
It’s not a total lie. It does hurt every time I come when I jack off to thoughts of her, and it would probably hurt even more if I fucked her, but it would be more than worth the pain.
That’s not why I stopped.
I stopped because I can’t fuck someone I pay a salary to.
I just can’t.
But, because I’m a masochist and I just can’t help myself, I kiss her one more time.
Just one more taste.
I softly kiss her. Loving the moan that hums from her mouth.
Then, I force myself to stop.
I pull back and wrap my arms around her. She snuggles into me, her head resting on my chest.
I press a kiss to her forehead. “Night, Speedy,” I whisper over her skin.
“Night, Hoppy.”
I smile at her use of that stupid nickname, and then I stare up at the ceiling, knowing I won’t get a second of sleep for the rest of the night.
Not after that. Not with her lying in my arms. And definitely not with me hating on myself for being so fucking weak.
A rule I’ve stuck to for close to a decade, broken, because I’m so desperate for this woman.
Well, at least I didn’t fuck her. So, I guess I have that.
But I have to stay away from her from now on.
Says the man who still has her in his arms.
Tonight. I’ll have tonight, and then tomorrow, things will go back to how they were.
She takes care of me while I’m stuck with this fucking thing on my leg, and I pay her a wage for doing so.
I’ll go back to jacking off to thoughts of her. I’m definitely going to need to jerk off after this. The chafing on my dick will be immense.
But there will be absolutely no more touching and definitely no more kissing while she works for me.
End of.
Ava
I wake to find Gucci lying asleep where Gabe was last night.
I glance at the clock to see it’s nine thirty. It’s not like me to sleep this late.
Sleeping with Gabe must have done it. I’ve never been so comfortable as I was last night. Helps that his bed is the most comfortable bed ever, but it was him. Being with him. In his arms.
And, holy crap, we kissed!