Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
“Charlie! Fuck!”
He moans, the vibrations forcing my toes to curl, and he does it again and again. I close my eyes. I grip his shoulders, his hair. It feels so goddamn good, I never want him to stop.
But before the heavy wave of my release crashes, he stops.
My gaze whips down to him, needing more and not knowing why he stopped. Charlie eases back from me, wiping his mouth. I open my eyes and look at him, wild-eyed. He chuckles as he stands up again.
“Relax, sweetheart,” he says. “I’m not done with you yet.”
I pull him to me, kissing him hungrily. As I take my kisses, he unbuttons his jeans, pushing them down part of the way. I gasp and pull back; he’s freed his cock, and it's massive. Long and thick, and resting against me.
I look him in the eye, awestruck. He smirks.
“You thought I couldn’t back up my teasing?” he says.
I bite my lip and reach for his cock. I can’t close my fingers around his girth, that’s how big his dick is. I know two things right this second.
I’m going to feel this tomorrow.
I have to tell Ann. Don’t kiss and tell isn’t a rule when you’re with someone who’s… well got something worth telling.
I caress him, feeling the warmth and steel of his cock beneath my fingers.
Mostly, I’m wondering how the hell he’s going to fit. I hear crinkling, then realize he’s unwrapping a condom. He kisses me, distracting me while he puts it on.
I lick my lips and almost remind him. The odds of me getting pregnant are slim to none. My throat starts to close with the emotions creeping up on me. All this bullshit that’s been making me so crazy is getting in the way of my happiness yet again.
I won’t let it. I don’t have to tell him, and I’m not ruining this.
He takes his cock in his fist, and the sight of him touching himself gets me hotter than ever. As he positions himself snug between my thighs, my heart beats faster. I part my legs wider as his cock pushes against my entrance. He stretches me slowly and my head moves from one side to the other with the stinging pain.
I shiver, a chill running up and down my spine. Charlie brings his free hand up to cup my breast, the rough pad of his thumb brushing against my hardened peak, as he begins to push inside. I moan as he fills me, stretches me, possesses every single inch of my pussy.
“Charlie,” his name is a strangled whisper from me. My eyes close, and my head falls back at the sweet sting of him pushing himself steadily into me.
“Say my name again, sweetheart,” I hear Charlie say in a lowered voice.
Before I can do as he told me, he slowly withdraws, leaving a deep need in the pit of my stomach then thrusts into me, hard. My unintelligible groan speaks for me as he does it again. I grip the edge of the desk as a cold sweat breaks out over my skin and my body begs him to move.
“Goddamn,” he groans with pleasure. “You’re so fucking tight, Grace.”
Fuck, it’s so good. His gaze on me should be uncomfortable, but it’s not. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever felt. His pace is steady, his thrusts deep. Each hard pump of his hips makes my body jolt, and I struggle not to fall over the edge. Over and over, my body feels hotter and hotter as I climb higher and higher.
Still, I sense that he’s holding back, waiting for me to finish. I don’t want him to hold himself in check. I don’t want him to busy himself thinking of me. I want him unhinged, out of his mind with lust.
I hook my legs around him and dig my heels into his ass, moaning into the crook of his neck as he hits the back of my walls, a sinful mix of pain and pleasure. With a rough groan of desire, he grips my hips and hammers into me, my screams of pleasure getting caught in the back of my throat. I can barely breathe, the intense wave of arousal climbing higher and higher. I don’t even realize I’m not breathing until I let go of the exhale. It feels like something white hot is blooming inside me, something terrifying, but I fucking want it.
“Yes,” I urge him on. “Do it like that, Charlie.”
He kisses me hard, demanding more from me.
He lets loose, fucking me with crazed abandon. More papers fly off the desk, forgotten, but they’re in my periphery as my head thrashes. My body is on fire and then too cold and needing more of his touch.
I rock my hips against his brutal thrusts, yearning for more.
I can feel myself tighten around Charlie, and I think he can feel it, too. He pulls my knee up, increasing the pressure, making me hotter. Oh. My. God. I’m right on the edge, desperate to go over…