Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
One step and I’m fucked, the words I want to say to her don’t even leave my mouth. The only thing I can do is smell her, which in turn, drives me fucking mad.
My hands touch her, not nicely either. Rough. Harsh. It makes her squeak out loud before she grabs my face and smashes her lips to mine. She’s as desperate as I am, and I didn’t even know it. Her hands slide down from my face, her sweet-ass lips never once pulling up for air as she kisses me furiously, stealing everything my mouth has to offer. She tears at my shirt as I hike up her skirt. Coming into contact with a bare ass, my hands squeeze as I lift her. She drops her hands, working them lower until she reaches my jeans, pulling my zipper down and freeing my cock. I move her G-string to the side and in one swift movement her lips lift from mine and her head goes backward as I hold her up and enter her.
She cries out in what sounds like relief. We still for a second before she comes back to reality and she looks at me. Her teeth bite into her lip as her hands stay wrapped around my neck. I slam her back into the wall. She makes a grunting sound before she starts moving. Elicea uses me as leverage, her heels digging into my ass as she stays wrapped around me and moves up and down. I grab her ass tighter, holding onto her as I help her move faster and faster, taking everything I have to give. Her lips come back with a vengeance as she bites into my lip and I taste blood before she kisses me, her tongue darting in and dancing with my own. Our thrusts don’t stop, my finger sliding to her anus and I feel her tighten around my cock.
“Fuck,” she whimpers, her lips leaving mine as her head drops to my shoulder. We don’t stop, it’s like crack, the next hit just keeps getting better and better and I never want to stop. Not even when she comes, as her teeth bite into my shoulder to stop herself from screaming out loud. Or when her nails dig into my skin where I know she’s making me bleed.
My finger applies pressure on her anus. She squirms as I start lifting her harder and faster, her energy depleted now that she’s come. She doesn’t ask me to stop though, she just grips herself to me as I continue and then come. She comes again, her mouth descending once again to bite my shoulder. She squeezes my cock so tight with her pussy that when we’re both back to breathing normally, I don’t want to let her down. Even when she starts fidgeting. Lifting her back from the wall, I walk her to my desk. Placing her ass on it, and pulling out of her, she doesn’t even bother closing her legs as she sits there watching me wipe myself before I start doing up my buttons.
“Didn’t you want to talk to me?” she asks, now pulling her skirt down as she stands off the desk. She reaches for a wipe and cleans herself before throwing it in the bin as her eyes come back to mine. Her shirt is undone, and I can see her tits. Walking to her, I touch the button that’s loose and pinch her nipple between my fingers before my mouth closes over it.
She cries out, her body relaxing before I stand back up realizing what I’ve just done.
Fuck.
What is she doing to me?
“I need you to work.”
She nods her head. “I was working,” she says with a smile.
I shake my head. “No, I need you to work for Bethany.”
Her hand pauses at her button, then she drops it as she looks up to me, ignoring the part of her shirt that’s still undone. “What did you just say?”
“Was I not clear?”
Her mouth opens, then closes. She searches my face for something, what, I’m not entirely sure of, before her hand lifts and she slaps me across the face. Hard. “You can go fuck yourself, asshole.” Her heels click loudly as she exits my office. Rubbing my face, I wonder what the fuck I did to warrant such a response.
Maybe next time I’ll slap her ass harder.
16
Elicea
The cheek of him, the fucking cheek. Who the fuck does he think he is? While I storm past Echo, he doesn’t look up, but my arm is pulled and I end up in one of the offices. Falcon’s standing there watching me with his hand still on my arm. I pull it away and cross my arms over my chest.
He smiles in amusement. “What’s wrong?”
I look to his door then back to him. “You don’t know?” I ask him, cocking my head to the side. “I figured it was what you did to get new girls, test them yourselves.”