Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Putting my hands under her ass, I lifted her and walked over to one of the chairs surrounding a large table in the conference room. I kicked it out with my foot and sat down, positioning Britta to straddle me.
“Take me out,” I ordered.
I played with her gorgeous tits while she unbuckled my belt, then lowered my zipper and wrapped her hand as far as it would go around my cock.
She cried out when I twisted and plucked her tight buds, and I stopped moving, giving her a look of warning. “You have to be quiet, Britta. No one gets to hear you in the throes of ecstasy but me. Is that clear?”
She nodded frantically.
“If you can’t be quiet, I’ll stop.”
“I can,” she whispered. “I’ll stay quiet.”
“Such a good girl,” I murmured.
I moved her hand away from my dick and put her arms around my neck. Then I raised her hips and lined her pussy up with my shaft. When I jerked her down, impaling her completely, she dropped her head back but bit her lip to keep from making a sound.
“Ride my cock, baby,” I commanded in a low, raspy voice.
I kept my hands on her hips to help her bounce on my dick but let her be in charge.
“Fuck,” I rasped as her inner muscles gripped me tight, fighting to keep me inside as she raised off my cock. “Your pussy can’t get enough, can it? Fuck, baby, that’s it. Don’t let me go. Oh, fuck yeah.”
She bore down even more, and I groaned as I took over, moving her up and down and bucking my hips to meet her.
“Shaw,” she whispered in a ragged voice. “Oh, yes. I need it harder.”
I moved my knees apart, forcing her legs to open even wider as I upped my pace and intensity, slamming up as I yanked her down. I was so deep, I bumped her cervix every time I filled her.
“So fucking hot,” I grunted. “Love being inside you. That’s it. Ride me hard, baby. Oh, fuck! Fuck, Britta! Yes! Fuck!”
I knew I was getting louder, but I couldn’t seem to control it. Britta grabbed my face and sealed our mouths together, swallowing my sounds and driving me wild with her seductive tongue.
After a few minutes, I tore my mouth from hers and put my lips next to her ear. “Do you feel how deep I am, baby? Remember what it felt like when I stuffed you so full of come that it was dripping down your thighs? I fucked you so deep, I left my baby in you.”
Britta moaned, and I bit her earlobe before speaking again. “Do you want me to put another baby inside you? ’Cause I’m dying to see you round and swollen again. I miss seeing proof that I bred you while I take your tight pussy. Sucking on your milky tits. Do you want that?”
“Yes!” she shouted.
I was beyond stopping, so I slapped a hand over her mouth and fucked her hard and fast until she was screaming into my palm. Then I planted myself as deep as possible and let go, releasing spurt after spurt of hot come into her womb.
I got what I wanted. Nine months later, we had a healthy baby boy.
But that wasn’t the only time a suit and an opening statement got her knocked up.