Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 94546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
As he encourages me to suck him off with a heap of naughty words, I drag my mouth down the underside of his cock, then swivel my tongue around his balls. When he tugs my hair hard enough for the roots to sting, I return my lips to the head of his cock, eager for more of the pre-cum I sampled earlier.
I’m turned on by his dominance, so I can only imagine it is the same for him.
I squirm uncontrollably when I’m greeted with a thick, dense droplet of pre-cum. As I pump him with my hand, more beads form on the crown of his thick cock. I lap them up, moaning when they slide down my throat before I circle his knob with my lips then lower them down his velvety shaft.
“Yes, Octavia… just like that… take me to the very back of your throat…”
Aroused by the gruffness of his voice, I hollow my cheeks more then take him as far into my mouth as I can. The groan he releases when my gag vibrates on his knob has me wanting to squeeze my knees together, but I can’t. Jack’s black polished shoes are wedged between them.
I should feel dirty when I grind down on his shoe, desperate for contact. However, I don’t. Jack’s cock thickens when it dawns on him how turned-on I am, and the amount of pre-cum leaking from his cock doubles. I drink it all in, loving how mindless we are for one another when we’re the only two people in the room.
As I suck on his wide crest, I stroke and pump his veiny shaft. It is a mesmerizing few minutes that has me forgetting where we are until another voice enters the equation.
“Samuel is in agreement with me. The bathroom shouldn’t be co-ed.”
I attempt to yank away from Jack, but his grip on my hair doesn’t weaken in the slightest. His dominant hold keeps his cock nestled between my lips while he replies to his intruder like all the blood in his body isn’t pumping through his cock. “I didn’t ask for Samuel’s opinion. I told you what I wanted, so do it.”
His authoritative tone turns me on so much, I swivel my tongue along the underside of his cock before I even realize what I’m doing.
Jack doesn’t seem to mind. The groan he barely holds back vibrates through his twitchy shaft a mere second before a droplet of pre-cum beads on the crest of his magnificent cock. Right now, he is both Mr. Carson, media mogul, and Jack from Jersey. He is the most virile, formidable display of a man in complete control of his personal and business life, and I love that I get to witness both sides of his equally tempting personalities.
“If we have to close the second entry later, it will cost—”
“I. Don’t. Fucking. Care. How. Much. It. May. Cost.” Each one of Jack’s pointed words occurs with the slightest thrust of his hips. He feeds his cock in and out of my mouth like nothing will ever come before me and my insatiable need to have him at all times of the day and night before reminding his intruder that he isn’t running the show around here. Jack is. “And if I need to remind you again, you will find yourself in a line behind Mr. Phelps.”
His intruder coughs before calling defeat with the slightest, “Very well.”
Jack’s office door only just closes when Jack mutters, “Now, Octavia. Make me come now.”
The need in his voice drives me wild. I stroke and suck the velvety smooth skin stretched over the crown of his cock while jacking off his veiny, spit-covered shaft. Then, not long later, the tension in Jack’s thighs soften before his head flops back with a groan.
“God, Tivy… ah…”
Semen spurts out of his cock in thick, throat-clogging streams as the most delicious rough groan rips from Jack’s mouth. I struggle to swallow him down, but since I’m determined to have him as defenseless as I am when he devotes all his attention to me, I milk his cock of every drop of cum, certain the ease of his tension will far outweigh an overstuffed stomach.
I can tell the instant Jack commences coming down from the euphoria of orgasm. He loosens his grip on my hair a mere second before he strokes my aching cheeks with gentle, thankful rubs.
“Thank you. That was…” his breathlessness makes me feel invincible much less what he says next, “… phenomenal.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” I curse my clumsiness to hell when my endeavor to gracefully stand sees my head smacking into the carved wood trim of his desk. It can’t be helped. My head is super woozy since it is fogged with lust. “But I really should be getting back to work.”
“What?” After tucking away his still semi-erect penis, he shadows my wobbly steps to the door. “No. You can’t leave. I didn’t…” He lowers his voice when several eyes pop up to us the instant they spot us in the once-again open doorway. “Return the favor.”