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)
It took everything I had not to ravish Octavia on my desk at any given moment.
It is a fight I won’t win this time around.
A moan rolls up my chest when Octavia grips my cock through my trousers before giving it a gentle squeeze. She looks hungry, and instead of veering her away from an activity that would usually soften my cock just on the consideration, I encourage her boldness. I don’t see blowjobs as punishments anymore. I haven’t since Octavia sucked me off from beneath my desk earlier this week.
“Tell me what you want to do to me, Octavia. Tell me, and I’ll let you do it.”
She palms my cock, doubling its hardness, before lifting her eyes to my face. “I want your cock between my lips.”
“And then?” My words are practically growls. That’s how unhinged she makes me. How confident.
“Then…” she shifts her position from sitting to kneeling before adding, “… you’re going to eat me for dessert.”
Ah... so she did notice my lack of appetite this evening.
There were appetizers as far as the eye could see, and I was famished, but my hunger just had nothing to do with food and everything to do with the indecent length of Octavia’s dress.
The gleam in Octavia’s eyes keeping the blood feeding my dick hot dulls a little when I murmur, “Since you’ve already eaten, isn’t it fair that I eat first?”
The flare darting through her eyes exposes that she knows I’m deflecting, but since I’ve caught a glimpse of her panties through the high ride of her dress’s hemline, I brush off her concern as if I’m not.
“Did you wear these for me?”
She shakes her head, but I spot her lie a mile out.
“I like them. The color suits you.” I push back on her shoulder, exposing more of the lacy red number barely concealing how wet she is. “Although I much prefer the coloring of the treasure they’re hiding.” When the rise and fall of Octavia’s chest doubles from my confession, I mutter, “Show me what they’re hiding, Octavia. Give me a peek of what I deprived myself of the past three nights.”
Octavia was right when she said I pushed her away because of Silas. To everyone at the function tonight, Silas was my once business partner. Only we know our ties stretch much further than that. They started back in Jersey when he was an altar boy, and I was a boy looking for the fastest route to juvie.
My hand slips down to make sure my cock is still hard since memories of my past are surfacing. Shockingly, it is. I shouldn’t be surprised. Octavia parted her legs at my request before slipping her panties to the side. I can see the mess my mouth caused her delicious-looking pussy. She’s drenched through, and when she fixes the lace material of her panties back into place, it doesn’t hide a single morsel of her wetness.
While stroking my hard cock through my trousers, I drop my other hand to the button at the top of the fastener of Octavia’s dress. It pops open without too much force and loosens the fitted bodice of her dress enough that her lavish breasts are exposed to my hungry gaze.
“Oh…” she murmurs with a groan when I drag the back of my hand down her budded nipple.
It peaks even more, straining against the thin material of her bra. When I roll the tight pink pebble between my index finger and thumb, her head thrusts back and her shoulders meet.
The more I tweak her nipple, the further the heat on her cheeks extends to her chest and the more her seductive scent streams into my nose.
Desperate for another taste of her delicious skin, I pull down on the lacy window covering her breast, then suck the hardened bud into my mouth. I can’t tear my eyes away from her flushed face when my mouth causes her to squirm beneath me. Her expression when she is on the cusp of climax is what dreams are made of.
When she comes, her eyes sparkle with so much life, I’m convinced they’ll never be extinguished of happiness no matter how many sordid secrets I share with her.
As her fingers weave through my hair, I suck harder, shocked I have her on the brink of ecstasy by doing something as simple as fondling her breasts but also delighted.
“Please.” She tears at my hair when I slip my hand between her legs, then locks her eyes with mine like she’s aware I won’t make another move without her assurance that this is what she wants. “Touch me. Please, Jack.”
She watches me through mascara-coated lashes when I slip her panties to the side and slowly insert a finger inside her. When I’m greeted by slick, hot wetness, I quickly switch it to two fingers.