Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
I flip open the notebook. Then, the words that come out of my mouth aren’t words. They’re grunts and growls.
I shake my head, but not in a no.
More of a holy fuck. I swallow, clearing my head as best I can, then read her writing one more time.
Bend me over the desk. Spank me. Then take me. I’m yours.
I meet her gaze. Her eyes are wide and guileless. She can act. And she sure meant it when she said this was a third date.
“What do you think?” she asks innocently.
I can’t think right now. I remove the glasses and stand, stalk around to her, and line up behind her. I slide a hand slowly, sensually up her beautiful back, pushing her down against the desk. As she flattens, she cranes her neck back to look at me. “I did it wrong, didn’t I? I was supposed to write a paper.” There’s a quiver in her lips. Admission in her eyes.
“You were naughty, Miss Dumont.”
“I was very bad. All I could think about in class was you fucking me.”
My neck burns hot. My cock jumps, straining against my pants. “You’ve been so bad though. I’m going to have to spank you first.”
She nods obediently. “I deserve it.”
“You do.” I lift up her skirt and freeze. She’s got nothing on. A breath stutters past my lips. My woman is so daring. So bold.
I’m dying to drop the roles, but she seems intent on playing, so I draw a sharp breath, trying to keep my wits about me as I stare at her gorgeous ass, the creamy white flesh begging for pink handprints soon.
Then I lift a hand, bring it down, and smack her sweet flesh. She lets out a breathy ohh.
Desire seizes every cell in my body. It takes all my restraint not to fuck her senseless this second. But she wanted spanking.
I raise my hand again, then swat the other cheek. She flinches, letting out a high-pitched moan.
I spank her again, then one more time, then she says, “Why don’t you see if I liked it?”
I am not in control. I am not in charge. She has me by the heart and the balls. I slide a hand over those gorgeous globes, then dip it between her thighs. My beautiful reward. “You’re soaking wet,” I whisper in a filthy voice.
Soaking is an understatement. She’s slippery and hot and so aroused.
“Better fuck me now, then.” She meets my gaze as I unzip my pants, then adds, “But you should know, I’m a good girl, so I’m on birth control.”
I stop, hands on my zipper. “Jumanji.”
“Yes?” She’s Juliet now.
“I need to know that means you want me to fuck you bare, baby.”
“I do,” she says, quickly adding she’s been tested and she’s negative.
“Same for me,” I tell her, then I free my cock, grab her hips and line up at her sweet center. She raises her ass for me, inviting me to take her.
Well, that is the assignment. I tease her pussy with the head of my cock, eliciting groans and sighs and then wanton, needy pleas.
“You want this cock?”
“I do.”
“Tell me how much,” I demand.
“I’m dying for you to fuck me,” she cries out.
“Then take it,” I say, sinking into her and losing my fucking mind. She’s so hot, so tight, so hungry for me.
I tremble everywhere with a wild kind of lust. Unchecked, fevered. A desire that takes root deep in my bones. I bend closer and push her hair away from her ear. “You feel so good,” I whisper.
“So do you, Monroe,” she says, staying out of character.
Thank fuck. “I needed to fuck you as me,” I rasp out. “I needed you to be you. You know that, right?”
“I do,” she says, her tone full of the emotion I feel too. Then I ease out, thrust back in. With her hips in my hands, I pull her back hard, slamming her onto my length. Pleasure rockets through me. An engine revved. A car humming.
Like that, I take her, pistoning my hips, thrusting in and out, sinking and reveling in the tight heat of her. Before I know it, her hand is between her thighs, and she’s stroking herself, her breath coming in high, little gasps. “Oh god,” she pants out. “I’m close.”
“Same here,” I say.
“Wait for me,” she urges.
For a fleeting second, I want to say the same to her. Wait for me. To be ready, to fix myself, to be the man you want.
But the thoughts skitter away as lust grips me. I blurt, “Always,” as I fuck her through her orgasm, which rattles the walls, the desk, and my goddamn heart.
Seconds later, I follow her into bliss, the world blurring away.
Later, after a shower, we lounge on the back deck. She’s ditched the schoolgirl outfit, and she looks damn good in leggings and a comfy T-shirt. I’m in shorts. We’ve finished dinner, and once again I’m thinking of those words.