Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
My orgasm ripped through my body, and if he hadn’t been holding me up so securely, I would’ve fallen to the floor in a heap of satisfaction. Instead, I just pressed my head back against the wall while my body shook with tremors. My fingers dug into his scalp as he ate me through my orgasm. Then he unwound his arms and gripped my butt, sliding me down until I was lined up with his dick.
“Reach down and free my cock, baby,” he commanded, his voice thick with need.
I slid my arm between us, flicking the snap of his jeans open and dragging the zipper down. He’d gone commando, so I was able to wrap my hand around his shaft and tug it out.
“Such a good girl.”
His praise sent a delicious shiver down my spine. “Now what?”
“Let go, baby. I’ve got it from here.”
He proved how true those words were when he lined his dick up with my core and plunged inside with one forceful thrust of his hips. He’d taken me more times than I could count in the days that I’d been here, but it was still a tight fit. My inner walls clamped around his thick invasion, and I felt the slight burn of his shaft stretching me.
“Always so fucking tight. You need a second?” he asked, his fingers digging into my skin as he tightened his hold while he stilled.
I wiggled my hips as much as I could, my body going liquid when I realized the pinch of pain had already passed. “Nuh-uh, I need you to follow up on your promise to make us both come—together.”
Gently lifting me higher, he slid out. Then he plunged back in on a hard stroke, and a low moan escaped my lips. “That’s it, baby. Let me hear what I do to you. My office is soundproofed for security reasons, so nobody is gonna hear you.”
“I’m already so close again,” I gasped.
“Gimme a second one, Britta,” he gritted out, circling his hips to hit just the right spot deep inside me. “We can come together on your third.”
“Yes, oh yessss,” I cried as another wave of pleasure crested over me.
Now that I had come again, he didn’t hold back at all. I was barely able to hold on while he hammered in and out of my tight heat. Over and over again until I felt his dick grow impossibly large. “I’m barely holding on here, baby. You better be close if you want us to go together this time.”
“Need just a little more,” I panted, doing my best to wiggle my hips in unison with his thrusts. Tightening my legs around his waist, I felt my toes literally curl. Each thrust of his hips sent a shock of pleasure up my spine. “Please.”
“Come for me now,” he whispered, somehow keeping his hold on me with one hand while he slid the other between us, his thumb circling my clit.
I hung suspended on the edge for a second, and then the combination sent me over. My body clenched around his, milking his release from his dick. I felt the heat of his come jetting into me as he found his own orgasm. When our shudders died down, he slipped out of me and slid my body down until my feet touched the floor.
“Whoa, I had no idea that office sex was so awesome,” I mumbled after I caught my breath. “Although maybe it was just because you had me up against the door like that, which I had no idea was even possible.”
Bending to grab my panties from the floor, he handed them to me and offered, “Next time, I’ll take you on the desk and see if you like it as much.”
“I will definitely take you up on that.” I crossed the room to grab a tissue and clean up before I shimmied back into my panties and tugged my jeans back on. Then I perched on the edge of his desk. “Pencil it in for our next break.”
“Whatever you want, baby,” he agreed, shaking his head with a deep laugh.
Being with Shaw, I already had just about everything I ever wanted. The only thing missing was my mom, and I had felt better about her odds now that he had filled me in a little more and given me a way to help.
9
STONE
Over the next several days, Britta and I spent most of our time combing the files that Deviant had acquired.
Then one morning, Britta gasped and called me over to the table where she was working on a laptop. “I think I found something!”
I looked over the notes she’d made and then read the corresponding passages she’d marked.
“Damn, baby,” I said as I exhaled. “This might work.”
“I even jotted down some law books that I thought might help.”