Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 95(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 95(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
I continue lower. “Thighs that I ache to be between. Legs that I want wrapping around me.”
Tugging at her white panties, I pull them down to reveal her sex to me. “I see a pussy that’s bare and swollen and glistening for me.”
I slip my fingers against her skin and let out a noise of pure appreciation. I trace her slit then remember what she said about being inexperienced. Slowly, I slip a finger inside of her wet heat, studying her expression in the mirror.
Her eyes are downcast, watching me stroke her off.
“Look at me,” I demand, needing to see her expression as she comes this time.
She doesn’t so I stop touching her. I want her to understand that just as I can give her pleasure, I’ll take it from her, too. That’s what she agreed to tonight. That she would let me take care of her.
Finally, she raises her gaze to mine. She whispers, “Do you really see all of that when you look at me?”
“I see a beautiful, sexy woman.” I kiss her again, addicted to the sweet berry taste that is her lips. I tease her with my tongue, stroking her mouth until she lets out a whimper.
Then I move my fingers, entering her body again and she melts into me, the tension completely leaving her.
She gasps when I add a second finger, stretching her tight channel wide and preparing her body for what’s to come.
My balls ache and my pants are too tight. I rub myself against the sweet curve of her ass, needing some relief from the insistent ache.
But I stop before I can get too much. Prolonging this and making it good for her in every way is more important to me right now.
I break the kiss to give her a moment to catch her breath and this time when I tell her to look at me, she does.
There’s not the same hesitancy in her gaze. It’s now been replaced with a glassy-eyed hunger, a lust that I can feel as she tightens around me, her body going rigid.
She whimpers as she rides the waves of her release and I watch her face the entire time, the expression of ecstasy and contentment fill me with pride.
As it ends, she collapses against me and I appreciate the feel of her total surrender, the way she’s trusting me completely.
I remember that Kitty from her books likes dirty talk, so I lean close to whisper in her ear, “Your bare little pussy is ready for my big cock now, isn’t it?”
She instantly squeezes her thighs together and shifts her weight from one foot to the other. A beautiful blush colors her cheeks.
“Answer the question, Katie.”
7
KATIE
Behind me, Michael chuckles, a low, dark sound. He’s still holding me in his arms after giving me another amazing orgasm.
Despite the afterglow, I’m embarrassed even as I like this side of him. I nod in answer to his question unable to find my words.
He releases me from his hold. “Lie on the bed.” It’s the same tone he uses during a conference call when he’s unwilling to argue.
I recline against the pillows. Suddenly, I realize that he’s still fully clothed while I’m naked. The idea is thrilling, making me feel powerful.
“Thighs spread.”
The authority in his tone sends more moisture gushing through my body. I do as he instructs, eager to feel him.
He kneels on the bed next to me and leans close to my pussy. “This is mine.” He whispers right before he drops his head.
I move away from him, closing my legs. “You can’t do that.”
He quirks an eyebrow and I remember my earlier promise—that I would receive pleasure how and when he demanded it.
I open my mouth to tell him no.
But the expression on Michael’s face stops me. Suddenly, I understand—he’s asking me to trust him and I want more than anything to please him.
I move closer to him and take a deep breath. I spread my legs. “This is yours.”
“That’s right,” he says before dipping his head and dragging his tongue along my most sensitive area. Over and over again, he laps at me and every time I get just close enough, he senses it and changes course.
I fist the material of the covers, determined to show him I trust him. But as the teasing continues I find myself whimpering and pleading. Begging him to let me find that release.
When he finally does, I’m a sweating, panting mess. He holds me as I come down, but it’s the expression in his eyes that gets to me. The tender way he looks at me makes me feel precious.
After a long moment, he shrugs out of his button down and his pants. He peels off his boxers and just like that I’m staring at my boss. My very naked boss.
He rolls on a condom as I drink in the sight of him. His strong shoulders, washboard abs, and the trail of hair that leads straight to his jutting cock.