Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
My breathing picks up when I realize I could have his number in my phone.
“It was late when I got home. She was asleep.”
I frown, wondering why she’s lying. She didn’t get home until after seven this morning. I was awake, eating breakfast downstairs, when she came running into the house dressed like she just came from the club with her makeup smeared and hair wet. I thought it was odd, but it had rained last night. The storm had woken me up around four in the morning.
“Babe…” I hear her soften her voice and imagine her wrapping her arms around his neck. “I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you.”
“How do you plan on doing that?” His voice has dropped as well, huskier, sexier.
My heart starts to race as I listen with my back against the hallway, trying to stay quiet and unseen. Her door is to my right, open just enough for me to hear but not able to look inside.
“You can choose.” I hear them start to kiss and then they’re moving around, followed by the sound of her bed hitting the wall as he slams her onto it. “My mouth or pussy?” she asks breathlessly.
“Both,” he answers without hesitation. “I’m going to fuck your cunt until you come all over my cock, and then your mouth, so you lick it clean.”
Sighing, I pull myself out of that memory. Careful what you wish for, right? I was excited that his number might be in my phone, and now it’s the only contact I have. I place the phone in my pocket, leaving my mess behind to go see what he wants.
EIGHTEEN
TYSON
She enters my office and I look up at her dressed in nothing but a pair of cotton shorts and a T-shirt. Same thing she was wearing moments ago up in our apartment. “You wanted to see me.” Her snarky tone tells me that she’s holding back rolling her eyes at me.
“Come here.” I stand and push my chair back, giving us both enough space to do what I have planned.
She walks over to me, and I grab her hand, bringing her around the desk and spinning her to face away from me. “Hands behind your back,” I command, and she takes in a deep breath, dropping her head but doing as she’s told.
I remove my belt from the loops of my jeans and wrap it around her wrists to hold them in place. Placing my palm on her back, I push her facedown across the side of the desk. I hook my fingers into her white shorts and pull them down her legs along with her black thong.
Opening the desk drawer, I remove the two things that I need and pop the top of the lube. I squeeze enough over my two fingers and rub them up over her pussy to her ass. She jumps, her body making the desk rattle.
“Do not move,” I order, pressing my free hand on her back to hold her down.
“Please, Tyson.” Her breathing has picked up as she begs. “Don’t—”
“I’m not fucking it. Not yet,” I inform her, and she whimpers. “Just relax, and it’ll slide in much easier than if you try to fight it and tense up.”
“What will slide in?” she rushes out.
I don’t answer. Instead, I push my thumb against her ass, and I hear her start to cry. I pour more lube over it, making sure to coat it so much that it’s running down her pussy and inner thighs. I push my finger into her, feeling it opening up for me.
“Tyson,” she cries, her body still trying to fight me. Her tied hands clenching.
I remove my finger and enter it again, giving her a few seconds to get used to it before I push a second one in. “You’re tense.” I remove my fingers and slap her ass cheek hard enough to make her yelp in surprise and leave an instant handprint.
“I can’t help it,” she whines.
“Spread your legs,” I order, needing her to open up more for me.
When she doesn’t do as she’s told, I pull her from the desk, her back to my front. I reach around, gripping her chin and whisper in her ear, “You’re going to get on your knees and place your cheek on the floor with your ass up in the air. Do you understand, Lake?”
She softly cries but nods the best she can. I let go of her to see what she does, and she steps to the side of the desk, slowly gets to her shaking knees and bends over, placing her ass up in the air.
“Spread your legs. Wide open for me, little darling.”
Quietly crying, she spreads them for me, and I fall into my chair and place my shoes inside of her calves on the floor, to hold them in place, and pick up the lube. I place some more on my fingers and begin the process once again of getting her ready for what I’m about to do to her. She cries, body rocking back and forth, but she stays open for me. Taking it, knowing there’s no way out of what I have got planned for her.