Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
I covered my mouth to stifle a rush of desire. “No, you don’t. You don’t smell of sweat at all. You smell of heaven.” I moved back as he entered the shower cubicle.
“I’ll do that.” He took the bottle of gel and poured a generous dollop on his cupped hand.
I wasn’t going to say no to those skilled hands on my body. On his first touch, I let out a moan. He lathered it on my breasts, rubbing it on my nipples until they were hard peaks. Unable to resist, I poured some gel on my hands as well and rubbed it all over his jutting cock. Alex groaned as I stroked its long length and thick girth.
“I’ve missed this so much,” he said, dipping his hand between my legs to stroke my aching pussy.
“Me too,” I moaned.
“I would spend more time but I don’t want to be responsible for you losing your job,” he said.
“I have some wriggle room,” I muttered. I was too aroused to leave the shower cubicle.
“Good,” he said and in one movement, he’d slipped his hand under my hips and hoisted me up.
He held me up against the wall and supported me with one hand, he used the other to guide his cock to my pussy. I wrapped my thighs loosely around his waist as the tip of his cock touched my pussy.
I moaned helplessly.
I was dizzy with need and I couldn’t wait for his big cock to impale me. His cock pushed its way in my pussy, and I rocked my hips in an effort to take more of him faster.
“Yes, Alex. Yes,” I cried, losing control of my mouth and thoughts. All I wanted was to be fucked.
He drove every perfect inch of his cock in me. I threw my head back and let out deep guttural moans of exquisite pleasure. I dug my nails into his shoulders. My orgasm built up fast. In seconds, I was screaming it out and clinging to him.
Alex followed, hissing in pleasure as he emptied his essence into me. He lay his head on me as our breaths returned to normal. I cradled his head against my breasts.
After a moment, I started giggling. “That was… super fast.”
He raised his head, his brow creased with concern. “Was it good for you?”
“Oh yes,” I said. “I came in the first thirty seconds.”
“Awesome,” he said and carefully lowered me to the ground.
We rinsed off and then dried ourselves. We dressed and left my apartment in three minutes. We held hands as we strolled towards the bakery where I worked as a junior chef.
I loved my job even if it did little to expand my knowledge in terms of variety. We specialized in specialty sandwiches, and sometimes it seemed as if the whole of our town ate at our sandwich shop.
One of the reasons I’d been drawn to it was because I dreamed of having my own bakery in the future. A place where I could bake my own bread, and experiment with all kinds of soft mouthwatering sandwiches. You couldn’t go wrong with a sandwich shop as long as the filling was good.
“How has your week been?” he asked.
“Honestly?”
“Of course.”
“Miserable.”
His eyes glittered. “Why?”
“I’d hoped to have you out of my system by now.”
He squeezed my hand. “I’m glad you haven’t. I’ve had the longest week of my life, and even got told off by one of my favorite lecturers for lack of concentration.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, feeling responsible for his lack of concentration.
“It’s okay,” he said, and then to my surprise, he changed topics. “What kind of a place do you work at? A restaurant?”
“No, a sandwich shop,” I said and then told him my dreams of opening my own place someday. I’d never shared that dream with anyone.
“You can do it,” he said. “You’re focused and hardworking and you’ll get there.”
His words of confidence filled me with pleasure. “Thank you. Nothing will stand in my way.”
Not even a man. The words sat between us unsaid. But I’d started to change my views. I’d missed Alex so much that my school work had also suffered. It seemed that if I hoped to keep my grades up, I needed Alex in my life. But he hadn’t brought it up and I didn’t want to pressure him.
“This is my stop,” I joked when we reached the rear of the sandwich shop.
Alex stooped to kiss me. “Okay. Have an awesome shift. I’ll see you tomorrow. Same time.”
Before I could answer him, he had walked away.
I watched him until he disappeared, then I entered the shop through the delivery door. I switched my mind to work, but I had a big dopey smile plastered on my face as I changed into my white cook’s uniform.
My insides stiffened as I entered the kitchen. The chef’s mood dictated how the rest of the evening would go.