Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
“Sylvester,” I break, tongue sliding out of my mouth, licking my lips. A muted rumble vibrates his whole body. He crowds me further, causing me to lower my body, back hitting the desk, and instantly, I’m surrounded. Sly’s down on his forearms, caging me in. I’m the lamb up for slaughter. The difference between the white four-legged animal and me is I’m his willing sacrifice.
“Fuck, Doe. I like that look on your face. I’m going to make it my mission to keep it there,” are the last words he says, or I hear. I’m free falling when only the man in front of me can catch me. His mouth is on mine, taking everything I have to give. Our tongues slide against one another. My hands loop around his neck, careful of my wrists yet needing something to hold on to, like the ends of his hair. Sylvester must not mind, or maybe he’s so lost in the moment he doesn’t realize how hard I’m tugging on his hair. Either way, I’m happy, ecstatic even. There’s no longer anything between us, minus my father, his friend, and me working for him. Our age is nothing, not a blip on anyone’s radar. So, what if there’s more than ten years difference? We’re two consenting adults.
“Fuck, Doe, the first time I make you come won’t be on my desk.” He pulls away, helping me up with him. I mewl with unhappiness. Losing his heat and his mouth sucks. “I see you like that idea. Soon, I’ll have you writhing on this desk and mine at work. Been dreaming about seeing your naked body flush with desire, drenching the wood beneath your back as I eat your pussy, only stopping when you’re on the edge of coming. Then I’ll slam my cock inside and bring both of us to riding out our orgasm.”
“The probability of that already happening is very high.” The past twenty-four hours have been nothing but foreplay—his kiss, his scent, and his words, I’m freaking gone.
“Then I guess it’s time to take you to my bed and show you the real thing,” he states, once again wrapping me up in his arms and carrying me around like I’m his to do with as he wishes. Truth bomb: I am.
TWELVE
Sly
Three minutes flat, that’s how long it took me to walk us up the stairs, her body wrapped around mine, our lips never leaving another. Fawn’s eyes were closed, but mine were open, watching where I was going and being mindful of her healing wrists. Now she’s naked, as am I, each of us divesting one another of each piece of clothing. Fawn is laid out, legs hanging over the edge of the bed, body on full display, eyes glazed with desire, nipples puckered, and her bare pussy is glistening with wetness. “I don’t know where to start.” My hand wraps around my thick cock, lazily stroking it with a flick of my wrist, trying to stave off the need to say fuck it and bury myself to the hilt.
“Sylvester.” Her hands reach for me. She’s as needy for me as I am for her. I take a step closer, until the outsides of my thighs nudge the insides of hers, needing more access to my Doe. My silent command is all it takes for Fawn to spread her taut legs open, giving me an unhindered view of her center. My mouth waters at the thought of finally getting a taste of her. That’s coming, and soon, but first, my mouth wants to taste her flesh, starting with her nipples.
“I’m going to take my time, Fawn. There’s no way I’ll rush this.” My elbows bracket the side of her head, knees making an indention on the bed. She understands what I’m doing well before I have to use any words, hitching her legs up and over my back, opening herself up further. My dick is all too eager, sliding along her wet slit with nothing between us, and there won’t be either. I’m going to take everything my Doe is willing to give, including planting my baby inside her. She rocks her hips up, an unspoken message to move. I give her what we both want. My mouth touches hers, swallowing down the sweet little whimpers when my cock hits her clit. I lower my body so her nipples are scraping against the light dusting of hair on my chest. Our kiss doesn’t stop; I make sure of that, even when I feel her tremble beneath me. The lips of her pussy flutter around my cock with every slight back-and-forth movement, and the only reason I pull my mouth away from hers is because I’ll be damned if she comes before I take my first taste.
“Hold on for me, Fawn, a little bit longer.” She mewls in frustration when I take my lips away, moving them down the slope of her neck, biting, sucking, laving at the rapidly beating pulse point, one underneath her jaw, the other at base of her neck, guiding myself closer and closer until my lips are wrapped around her light pink nipples, the same color as her lips.