Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 99748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 499(@200wpm)___ 399(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 499(@200wpm)___ 399(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
I want to ruin her the way she’s ruined me. Make sure that she doesn’t even notice other men or their flirtations. Because she can’t help it, men are going to see her and want her.
But she’s mine. My Wren.
She yanks my underwear over my cock, freeing me fully, and looks up at me with eyes as bright as the rarest emeralds. “They’re yours.”
She licks a swirl around the tip of my cock. Even the slightest touch feels so good, and my eyes squeeze shut as a groan escapes. “Ssshh,” she admonishes me sharply, her hands going to my thighs with her nails digging in the tiniest bit. “Be good.”
“Fuuuuck, Wren,” I whisper, trying to be quiet even though I don’t give a shit if anyone hears me. It’s her sounds I’m possessive of.
She takes me deeper into her mouth, sealing her lips around my length and finding a pace that quickly takes me higher. I’m not surprised that she knows exactly how to work me, and I’m so on edge, I’ll blow in just a few strokes of her sweet mouth.
I grip her hair in one hand, holding the back of her head against the door, and brace myself with my other hand on the wooden door too. Wren wraps her hand around the base of my cock and lets me fuck her mouth with long, slow strokes that hit the back of her throat.
“Yesss,” I hiss when she swallows involuntarily, her throat massaging my head. I stay there, deep in her mouth, teasing over her throat and watching her carefully. Her eyes start to water, but she’s sucking me as she swallows. I know what she wants, and I want to give it to her. “You ready, Wren?”
She mumbles something I can’t understand, but her nod is loud and clear.
I go a little faster, a little deeper, whispering to her, “That’s it. Take all of me, swallow me down. You look so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth.” Her green eyes peer up at me, begging me to do it, and the next time she swallows, it sends me over the edge. I groan as hot jets of my cream pulse down her throat, and she swallows over and over until she can’t keep up and gags a little. But she doesn’t lose any and goes right back to licking me clean, wanting every drop.
“Get up here,” I order her, wanting to give her as much pleasure as she’s giving me. I help her rise from the floor and undo her pants as quickly as I can. When they fall to the floor along with the panties I shove down, she steps out of them, and I spin her around. I bend her in half, letting her forehead rest against the door as I wrap an arm around her waist. I bend over, too, but I lay my cheek on her bare ass, letting my palms trace appreciatively over her soft skin.
I move lower, dipping my finger into her slick folds. She arches her back for more, and I circle over her clit gently a few times before tapping it quickly in succession. I find a rhythm that drives her crazy—three long, slow circles followed by a flurry of taps like I’m her own personal ten-speed vibrator.
Like me, she’s on the edge quickly. Her hips are bucking reflexively, and her knees are shaking as she searches for the release I want to give her. “Are you gonna come for me?”
She nods jerkily.
“Keep it quiet. You don’t want the whole office to hear you coming for me, do you?” I don’t think there are many people still here at this hour. Maybe a few here and there, but most importantly, there’s one man a couple of doors down who I don’t want to hear Wren. Now that she’s mine, her sounds are mine, and no one gets to see or hear her in that primal state but me. It’s a trust she places in me, and I’ll guard her at her most vulnerable of moments.
She makes a choked noise, holding back as fresh juices coat my fingers in pulsing waves. I keep my attention on her clit, helping her ride out her orgasm as long as possible, and holding her tight at the waist because her knees are bending more and more, threatening to give out beneath her.
When she shudders a final time, I stand and look around. We’ve joked before that our height difference makes things interesting sometimes, but when we’re laying down, we can align however we need to. But there’s nothing to lay on in here, except . . .
I pick Wren up and carry her over to her desk. Shoving my jeans and underwear down to my thighs, I guide her to bend over her desk. I lean over her, my cock notched right at her opening, and whisper in her ear, “I’m gonna fuck you right here, and then when you’re working, you’re going to randomly remember what we did and get horny for me. Every time you do, I want you to tell me right then. Call, text, send a fucking smoke signal, I don’t care. I just want to know that you’re remembering the filthy things we did in your office. Understand?”