Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
I shove two fingers inside her and rub her clit with my thumb while I raise my head to watch her beautiful face. Her eyes are closed–her expression a mixture of pain and bliss. Her eyes fly open when I start pumping inside her, and she seems embarrassed to find me watching because she tosses an arm across her eyes. I gather her wrists and pin them over her head with one hand while still finger-fucking her with the other.
“Look at me, Windows,” I command. “I want those beautiful eyes on me when you come.”
I don’t know if it’s my words or the dominance that trigger the release, but her gaze snaps to mine, a surprised “O” on her lips as her breath catches. Her muscles contract around my fingers, a pulse and flutter of her internal muscles as the orgasm ripples through her. I keep my fingers inside her, rubbing her internal wall for the G-spot stimulation as my thumb keeps working her clit.
She arches, thighs squeezing around my arms as the climax continues. Her gaze is glued to my face, right where I want it. Now I just need her calling out my name.
She lets out a whimper when it’s over, and her body goes limp. I pull my fingers out of her pussy and tuck them in my mouth, sucking off her juices.
“I don’t remember reading that in the manual, either,” she says hoarsely, pushing up on her forearms.
“Oh, I’m not nearly through with your reprimand.” I use my dark, forbidding voice and push her back down, then reach in my pocket for my wallet, where I have a condom.
She lets out a little moan that sounds like, “Oh” and falls back on the desk, her silky hair fanned in a short halo around her head. I rip open the condom with my teeth and free my throbbing cock. I want to fuck her until she turns inside out. Until she forgets how to be sassy and smart with me. Forgets her own damn name.
I want to affect her the way she affects me.
Brutally. Savagely.
I roll the condom on and line the head of my cock up with her entrance. Some measure of sanity must return because I wait before I push in. Make sure there’s consent.
“You okay?”
“I’m good,” she answers immediately.
I don’t wait another second. I grasp her hips, bringing those high heels up over my shoulders and buck into her. The moment I sink into her heat, a shudder of pleasure ripples through me. I register it both as a wolf and as a man. I’ve never felt the two sides of me so equally before. So in agreement. It’s like this moment, this act, produces the balance nature sought when creating our species. The power of the blending–animal and man.
I’m in love with the feeling. Want to bookmark it to return here again and again.
I’m in awe and ecstasy. I wrap my fingers over the tops of her thighs to hold them against my torso as I pump in and out.
“Is this how you thought it would go, Windows?”
She moans, eyes closed, head rolling on the table.
“Did you want a nice hard fucking over my desk?”
Her muscles squeeze around my dick like I just made her orgasm again. It nearly brings on mine, but there’s no way I’m going to come so quickly.
Not after she’s tortured me for months now.
I jackhammer into her, fast and hard. The sex is raw, punitive and explosively hot. My thighs shake with the need to release.
“B-brick,” she gasps.
Triumph. Exactly what I needed to hear. My wolf fist-pumps.
As if realizing that she doesn’t usually call me by my first name, she babbles some more, each breathless syllable driving me more and more mad. “B-blackthroat…
My balls draw up tight. I won’t make it much longer.
“B-bossman…big… bad…”
Cum shoots down my shaft. I shove in deep and stay there.
“Boss!” she shrieks, her muscles squeezing so impossibly hard around my cock.
I give her clit another quick rub with my thumb and wring a hoarse cry from her and more waves of climax.
She’s so beautiful undone. Wild and frantic and a little lost.
She has no idea what just hit her, and I drink it all in, feeling more than a little smug and satisfied.
I’m the one who made her look this way.
The one who made her lose her mind.
Madi
Holy…wow.
I am so far out of my depth I’m in another galaxy. My tether to control and rationality snapped, and I’m careening out of orbit, far, far away from anything that makes sense to me.
All I know is that whatever just happened forever changed me.
It changed me, and I loved it far too much.
I could become addicted. Quickly. I may already be addicted.
And that’s a problem for me. My agreement with myself was to have sex with my boss, not fall in love.