Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 92368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
My chest is a furnace. My body is on fire as I shed my jacket and then she’s kneeling on it, unzipping me, and dragging my dick to the back of her throat.
The pleasure is unholy. The clock is ticking. Someone will knock soon. And I don’t fucking care.
She’s too perfect to resist.
I thread my fingers through her chestnut locks. “Look at you. Needing my dick.”
She trembles, clearly loving the praise as she draws me impossibly farther into her warm mouth.
I shake with lust. “That’s right. You take me so fucking well.”
She looks up with eager eyes as she shows off, letting her throat relax so my cock can slide a little deeper. I grip her hair tighter. Hot pulses of electricity jolt my legs. “You want to choke on my cock, don’t you?”
Another savage nod. A fierce yes in her eyes. I curl my hands around her skull, thrusting deeper down her throat. She gags but doesn’t relent, just mercilessly pursues my release. She sucks me until my thighs shake and my balls tighten. My vision blurs and I spill down her throat with a bitten-off groan.
I’m still shaking from the aftereffects as she stands, slams her sexy body against me, and shoves her hand up her skirt. She’s fucking her fingers, chasing another orgasm in this tiny bathroom.
“Mine,” I growl. “That pussy belongs to me.”
“Then shut up and make me come,” she demands, and wow.
That’s hot.
“I’ll give the orders,” I say, “and the orgasms. And you better be quiet this time.” I bat her hand away from her glistening pussy, then stroke her until she’s shivering and coming again, pressing her lips together to seal in her scream of ecstasy. I watch her the whole time, her face twisted in exquisite, stolen pleasure after a business lunch in the middle of Manhattan.
When she’s done, she pants, and moans, and sags against me. It’s breathtaking, and I want to take her to my office, set her on my desk, and eat her pussy till she comes so many times she begs me to stop.
For now, I let go of her, and we straighten up. Once I’ve dried my hands, I hold out a palm. “You know what to do. Give them to me.”
With a delighted smirk—she takes orders so damn well—she reaches under her skirt, shimmies off her white panties, and hands them to me. I ball them up and put them in my pocket. After I sling my jacket over my shoulder, I kiss her. It’s short but passionate, chased by a needy groan.
I wish I could see her again. And I wish I could quit her too. She’s so bad for me.
When I break the kiss, she’s the first to say, “We can’t do this again.”
She’s right. We can’t. “We won’t do this again,” I add, and I’ve got to keep my promise this time.
That evening, after I leave the office, I swing by the shop I now know she likes. You Look Pretty Today is a feminine wonderland, with pink divans and faint notes of lilac perfume drifting through the store, an olfactory complement to the soft music that plays overhead. The whole vibe is subtly seductive.
Everywhere is lace and satin, embroidered flowers and raised butterflies, and lipstick hearts on black teddies. It’s like Christmas morning and a winning hand in Vegas all at once. I feel seduced, lured deeper into an after-dark garden of sensual delights.
I can’t have her again. I just can’t keep crossing lines. But I can give her a little something. She deserves to be showered in gifts.
As I swing my gaze from shelf to shelf, display to display, my head swims with images of Jules in this black bra, in that white teddy, in…anything and everything.
I picture her lounging on a pink divan, stretching out her legs, posing for the camera.
I bet she’d let me take pictures of her with shadows playing across her round ass, her full breasts, and with lace covering only some of her soft flesh. She’d run a hand down her hip and give me the poutiest look.
An invitation to come and get her.
I’d say yes and give her relentless orgasm after relentless orgasm.
“Can I help you find something?”
The shopkeeper’s voice snaps me back to reality. I’m here to shop. Not to daydream of a woman I should not have touched today.
A woman I need to stop touching.
A woman whose panties are in my pocket. I’m a fucking pervert and a panty thief. What is wrong with me?
You want a woman you absolutely can’t have, jackass.
I face the friendly sales associate, a woman with a freckled nose and a welcoming smile. I hold out my hands and ask blatantly for her help. “I need something that says I can’t stop thinking about you…but I should.”
Her smile is kind but a little wistful too. I’m not the first man to make this request, and I won’t be the last. “Let me show you.”