Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
“That’s something I most certainly can do.” We stay naked for our entire vacation.
Epilogue
Harley
“Good morning, Mr. Hunter. You have an appointment at noon with…” He rounds his desk in a flash, scowl on his face. He passes me up and moves straight to his office door, locking it.
“Harley, what have I told you time and time again?”
“Um…but I’m serving as your temporary assistant.” He’s on me, his large, strong frame crowding my slightly smaller one. “Dylan.”
“Oh, now you remember.”
“When you’re this close…it’s hard to forget.”
“Wife, turn around.”
“Why?” I ask, knowing exactly what is coming.
“Because I said so.” He spins me around when I don’t move fast enough. My hands grip the back of the chair in front of his desk, tilting my ass slightly upward. “Damn, it’s like you’re begging to be punished. I might not let Briggs come back from vacation.”
“You’d never get any work done, Mr. Hunter.” His hand comes down on my ass with a cracking sound and my cheek vibrating. I let out a yelp, followed by a moan as the pain shifts to pleasure. Shit, I am so turned on. It’s only ten and I’ve made four trips to his office, each one teasing him a little more. Each one becoming bolder.
The first time, I lost my blazer, leaving just my white dress shirt, then the next time, I undid the first two buttons. Before I came in again, I tied my hair in a ponytail high up and slid on my reading glasses. Now, he’s finding out what I took off this time.
“No fucking panties, Harley.”
I turn my head and stare at my husband, letting my tongue peek out of my parted lips and answer, “Nope.”
“Such a bad assistant.” He pops my ass cheek again before dropping to his knees, diving face first into my ass and pushing his tongue into my pussy. I gasp and push back, moaning and begging for more. He slaps my flesh again, causing me to shiver. “Take what you’re given, bad girl.”
“Fuck, Dylan.”
“No, it’s Mr. Hunter to you, you naughty little assistant.” Fuck, my pussy loves that so much more.
“Yes, sir.” He plunges one finger into my hole, drenching it, and I mewl, dropping my head over the chair, fighting to hang on. “Oh my goodness.” He pumps in and out, harder and faster, drenching his face with my wetness.
“Come for me, my pretty little assistant.”
“I’m coming,” I shout, thighs shaking violently. Dylan pulls my core down harder on his face, using it like a fucking napkin.
“I need you every second, every moment of every day, Harley.” He stands up as I catch my breath, sweat beading down my forehead. The sound of his belt buckle sends a jolt of excitement through me. “Fuck me,” I whisper.
He leans over my back, brushing his lips against the shell of my ear and says, “I am.” The smooth head of his cock glides along my wet slit, teasing my entrance. “I should just fuck that pretty little mouth first, but I need to be inside this tight hole and can’t wait.” He slams deep inside me. “Fuck, you’re still so damn tiny,” he grunts.
My husband places one hand over mine, and I see our wedding bands touching as he rails me from behind. “Take me, Mr. Hunter.”
“Such a bad assistant.” His fingers tease my breasts, pinching my nipples through my shirt while the other hand has our fingers locked together.
I tilt my head and stare into his darkened eyes. “Yes, but you can’t do without me.” His hips move in time with mine, and we rock in rhythm until we’re on the verge of coming.
“I suppose I’ll just have to find a way to keep you.” He bites my ear and then down to my throat, marking my neck. “I know just the thing.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yes,” I moan as he strums my pussy, bringing me to the edge again. I’m so close.
“How?”
“I’m going to put my baby in you,” he answers. He rubs my clit and I cry out, coming on his cock. “Fuck, just like that.” He unleashes his orgasm, filling me with his release, a wave of seed coating my walls.
I lean back on his broad chest. “Well, boss. You already did the job. I’m pregnant.”
He pulls out of me, turns me around, and stares at me with wide eyes and his handsome mouth slack jawed. “What?”
“Like I said, handsome. You’re going to be a daddy.” He crushes his mouth to mine, kissing me fast and hard.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” He starts to walk toward the door.
“Where are you going?”
“I want to shout it to the world.”
“Um, you might want to tuck yourself back in and wash up.”
He looks down at his still semi-hard cock. “Oh shit.” I’ve seen my husband disheveled and a mess before, but his staff hasn’t. He’d always been crazy respectable until I came around.