Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 57(@200wpm)___ 46(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 57(@200wpm)___ 46(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
She reaches between us and rubs her clit in time with my thrusts. Soon, her pussy is clenching around me. I grip the sink, damn near ripping it off the wall as I come.
“I love you; I love you; I love you,” she chants mindlessly as I fuck her through both of our orgasms.
My heart leaps in my chest at her words, but they could mean anything right now. Leaning down, I suck her neck, leaving a mark there.
“You took my cock so good, baby. So fucking good.”
“More,” she says, clenching around my still hard cock.
I have no choice but to fuck her again, right?
I bring her right to the edge again and notice that her eyes are closed. That won’t do. Gathering her hair in my fist, I growl. It’s a tortured, unrecognizable sound.
“Look at me, baby; I want to see your pretty eyes staring back at me when you come all over my fat cock.” Suddenly her pussy clamps down on my cock, and she screams out my name in pleasure. My motherfucking name. I know we are being loud; they can probably hear us downstairs, but I don’t care about that either. All that matters is July. Grunting, I slam into her one last time. I feel my balls tighten and my cock swell inside her incredibly tight pussy as I shoot my load deep inside her. My knees buckle and I almost go down. Thank God for the sink.
I need to get my plans in order so that I can marry this girl as soon as humanly possible.
CHAPTER 11
JULY
ONE WEEK LATER
Greyson and Samantha have gone into Charleston to a court case at the big courthouse there and won’t be back this afternoon. I am scanning a mound of paperwork into the database I created when I hear the little bell tinkle above the door. We don’t get a lot of foot traffic, but I smile. That smile widens when I lift my head and see that it’s Boone. My Boone. My God, I love this man.
“Hey baby. Want to get some lunch?” He calls from the other room. I can’t see him until he steps into view of my partially obstructed desk.
“Lunch? It’s four-thirty,” I say laughing. I ate hours ago.
“Fine. You caught me. I came here for some afternoon delight.”
“Afternoon delight?” I laugh. I can’t help it. All I can think about is that bit from Anchorman and start laughing all over again.
“What’s so funny?” he asks, stalking over to me. He comes around my desk and kicks my chair out from under my desk. He crowds my space and lifts me on to my desk. My skirt slips up my thighs. He groans and I grin. I love that I do this to him. He steps into the space between my spread legs. I can feel his hard cock press against me. There is little doubt in my mind that I’m about to come.
“We shouldn’t do this here,” I say, with very little conviction. I know we are doing this. I want it, but I probably shouldn’t be so eager for him, right?
“I locked the door,” he says as he skims up my thighs and pulls my panties down my legs. He pockets them before unbuckling his belt and opening his pants, letting them fall to the floor along with his boxers.
I reach for him, but he stops me. All I can do is watch as he sucks two fingers into his mouth and pushes them inside me. I’m already wet, so they glide easily. He stretches me until he’s sure I’m ready for him, kissing me while he does. He pulls his fingers from my pussy and shoves one of them into my mouth, letting me taste myself. Then he puts the other one in his mouth. I can’t take it anymore, so I reach for his cock, jerking it in my fist, before bringing him to my opening. He pushes into slowly… too slowly. Once he’s fully inside, he pulls all the way out and slams back in. Over and over. The only sounds in the room are our moans and groans and the scrap of my desk on the floor. His lips are on my neck and my legs are wrapped around his waist. He feels so good inside of me. My pussy starts to clench, and he reaches between us and pinches my clit, setting me off instantly. My orgasm triggers his and he fills me with his seed. Again.
Why do I like that so much?
I cannot seem to stop giggling. We are dressed and in his truck but something about being naughty having office sex, not knowing if my boss or his wife was going to come back made it all the more fun. “You are a Goddess,” Boone says, holding my hand in his over the console.