Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
“I can show you if you want.”
She nods quickly. “It would make it easier.”
I know I should stop even as my hands reach down for my shirt, pulling it up and over my head. She makes a soft whimpering noise as her gaze moves over my naked torso.
I bite down, certain I can hear quivers of want in there. I’d never be able to sense them in another woman, but this is my woman.
She belongs to me.
“See, below the tribal?” I turn. “There’s a space there.”
“I think that could work great,” she says after a pause, her voice breathy. “I could even incorporate the tribal tattoo into it. I’d need time to draw up some designs. I’ll need details of what you want on the gravestone, things like that. Maybe I could email you?”
I turn back to her, nodding. “That’s fine. But I haven’t seen your work yet.”
My manhood is flooded with fiery need, my balls swelling, my thoughts hazy and sluggish except when it comes to her. Everything else seems so distant, but she’s urgent, making my helm leak hot precome as I push against my pants.
Something like bravery glints in her eyes—mixed with nerves, sassiness, and everything else—making my woman mine.
“What if somebody walked in and saw me?” she says.
I stroll over to the desk, knowing this is the final moment, the point at which I need to stop. But it’s so difficult to put things into perspective when my woman is right there.
“I’ve got a switch here which seals the door,” I tell her, reaching under the desk. “I can push it if you like. Nobody ever enters my office without buzzing through first. But just in case….”
She’s doing that lip-biting thing again, filling my shaft with even more need. I’m sure something’s happening here.
I don’t have much experience, but it’s like I always knew it would be.
Once I know, I know. There’s no doubt.
Except for Julian. I have to remember….
But then she speaks in a trembling voice, letting me know she’s in on the game. She knows we are silently agreeing to something wild and wrong.
“Yeah, okay. I’ll show you quickly.”
“Hmm,” I say, pressing the button.
She walks over, moving her hips a little more than before. It’s not like I need any temptation to gorge on her with my gaze.
She stands at the edge of my desk, her hands clasped in front of her.
“They’re on my upper legs,” she murmurs. “I figured they’d be easier to hide that way if I needed to.”
My hands are shaking. My helm feels like it could erupt. My balls are hurting. They’re so full as if my seed has been waiting for this moment.
“Show me, then,” I say commandingly, tone hard.
I can’t stop now.
Her hands shake as she reaches for her button. She looks at me one more time, her eyes wide and hot as hell, then looks down as she unbuttons her jeans and wriggles them down.
She reveals her thick thighs to me slowly, inching her jeans to around her knees.
I barely suppress a snarl as she exposes her thick naked legs. Colorful tattoos move across one, a fantasy scene, with a darker piece on the other.
The artwork is refined and seamless.
But I hardly focus on them. Instead, it’s her legs and panties, pink panties with a….
I walk around the desk right over to her. I can’t stop.
Her panties have got a spot of wetness on them. Like she’s already seeping for me.
This could be the end of everything.
My career. My friendship with Julian.
Maybe I’ve misread everything.
But before I can stop myself, I say it, my voice trembling as much as my hungry body.
“Are you already wet for me, Lauren?”
She stares up, her eyes flitting with panic for a moment, but then her expression hardens.
It’s like she summons her courage.
“Y-yes,” she says.
But then it fails her.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t you ever be sorry for that.”
I press my hand down on her panties, feeling her juicy pussy beneath it, her thick eager lips, and her sex-gushing wetness.
She whimpers, raising her hand as if to place it on me, then stops.
“Do whatever you want to do,” I snarl. “As I make your pussy cream for me, do any fucking thing you want.”
Stop, stop, stop, it’s Julian’s voice in my mind.
We’re in my office, with the window right there.
I reach down and grab my woman’s ass, spinning her and leading her to an alcove in the office, a part of the wall which sticks out, leading to the bathroom.
Nobody will be able to see her here.
Nobody else ever gets to see her.
Just me, with one hand squeezing and pleasing her horny ass. I could indulge in her curvy ass all day, but I don’t ignore her eager pussy. Her pussy which was made for me belongs to me.
I rub her over the panties, spreading her wetness, something stopping me from going all the way.