Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 54204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
“Yes, Sir.” My knees are weak from being on them for so long, but also from all the foreign sparks surging inside of me. Everything about him calls to me. His eyes, smirk, sexy as hell voice. His control, especially with me. Not to mention the power he exudes with everyone around him. The way he touches me. The way he looks at me and his darkness. Yes. His darkness is what calls to me the most because I am in it also. My life has been one dreary storm from the moment I turned thirteen. The day I walked into his office; the tide changed. Even though I ran out, I knew somehow, that I would see him again. I could feel his darkness seep into me, pulling me to him, beckoning me to join him in the abyss. I could feel myself falling and that is why I ran from him. But here I am.
“Where did you go, baby?”
“I’m sorry Sir. I was just...thinking.”
“I could see it. However, when we are alone, your mind and body belong to me. Now open your legs.” Scooting back on his desk, I do as he commands, up on my elbows not sure what to expect. “Ah damn baby. Look at that juicy pink pussy. Is she throbbing? Does she need something from me?” he asks as he pulls me to the edge of the desk, inches from his mouth. I prepare to answer him, when his finger slides from my clit to the opening of my pussy and any words are gone. My head rolls beck as my eyes flutter, preparing to go where it is he is going to take me. Up and down he goes, over and over, his breath adding to the need I have. My body hums, creating a moan that emits through the room. “That’s its baby. Give me your needs. I want to see it.” is the last thing he says before his tongue tastes me and my body rises off the desk. His hand comes to my stomach, pushing me back as he feasts on my pussy like an inmate having his last meal.
“Dario!” I yell, unable to whisper it. Looking down at him as he uses my pussy for his own pleasure, while giving it to me, adds to the intensity. I feel something coming when he stops, and his eyes meet mine.
“What do you call me, Jewel?” shit.
“I… I’m sorry.” Smack. Oh fuck. He hits my pussy, a zing flies through my veins, as I hiss, loving every part of this.
“I didn’t ask you to be sorry, Jewel. I asked, what do you call me?” each word punctuated by a slap on my pussy, bringing me closer to the edge.
“Sir…sir... please,” I beg him, asking him to finish.
“Good girl.” His mouth once again makes contact and I fall apart. Everything leaves me in flashes of light and color. He doesn’t stop, licking up everything running out of me. The sounds of him sipping from me, obscene, yet erotic. He adds his finger and once again I am on the precipice of something amazing. His finger slides in and out, the feeling of him being inside of me, but not, too much to take. His mouth doesn’t stop through all of this, the urgency in his movements, palpable. When his tongue begins an in and out movement, mimicking what his dick is going to do, it becomes too much. I grab his head, pushing him further into my pussy, my hips fucking his mouth.
“Oh god, sir. Yes!” I say, my body meeting his mouth as he uses me. He moans with my clit in his mouth and I fall...so far down nothing matters right now. “Ahhh.” My chest caves on me, sucking all the air from my lungs. He continues to lick, bring me down softly. My body shaking, recovering from something I am not sure I can recover from. I feel him move, but I can’t. He lifts me as I continue to float above myself. Sitting on the couch with me on his lap, he kisses my head, whispering how good I did. Brushing my hair from my wet sweaty face, his mouth connects with mine in a sweet almost reverent way and I find myself snuggling into him.
“Here baby, drink this.” he lifts a bottle of water to my lips. I sip, still not fully out of the moment. “How do you feel?” I look up at him, trying to smile but every part of me is limb. I settle for nodding and snuggle back into him. “You hungry?” his lip next to my ear making me shiver.
“A little,” I croak out, voice barely audible.
“I’m sure.” He chuckles. “I wore your little ass out huh, and that was just my tongue.” He pinches my side, forcing a giggle from my mouth. Kissing the side of my head, which is quickly becoming my favorite feeling, he sighs. “I could get used to that sound for the rest of my life.”