Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 95311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
He held up a hand at her, shaking his head.
And then he left.
Hannah felt her heart sinking in her chest. Realizing finally how much she was starting to care for Elliott. She sank into her office chair, her head in her hands, feeling tears well up again.
Tad found her there at the end of the day, looking distraught and lost.
"I need to fix it," she said to him, begging for help.
Tad forced a smile. "Well, you lucked out. You happen to be good friends with someone who knows about men. Intimately."
Hannah screwed up her face and almost laughed. "Oh, mighty guru. Tell me what to do."
Hannah found herself at Elliott's door a few hours later. Shivering. Tad had talked her into surprising Elliott with sex. It sounded counter-productive to her but Tad had assured her that the time to apologize would be after sex. He was more likely to have his guards down then. And judging by how standoffish Elliott had been all day- she was willing to accept that was true. There was no other way she could break through that wall.
She rang the doorbell, feeling like every neighbor knew what she was doing.
A moment later, the door swung open and Elliott's face looked surprised.
Hannah felt her nerves reach a peak and took a deep breath, untying the sash to her tan trench coat and letting the front fall completely open.
Underneath, she wore nothing but the necklace Elliott had given her.
Elliott's breath hissed out as his eyes raked her up and down. Her hand landed on his chest, pushing him into the house and closing the door. She slipped the coat from her shoulders and reached for the front of Elliott's shirt, taking the buttons quickly as she looked up at him.
His arms slipped out of his shirt and his hands went to her breasts, warm on her cool flesh. He pulled at her nipples roughly, pinching their peaks. Hannah winced at the feeling, reaching between them to undo his pants and tug them from his hips. They fell to the ground, his cock springing out, hard and thick and straining toward her.
His fingers pinched harder and she let out a whimper. She brushed his hands away, going to her knees in front of him. She reached out tentatively, stroking his length before taking the hard tip into her mouth. Elliott's hand came down on top of her head as she took more of him into her. His hand pushed her face forward, making her take him to the back of her throat.
Hannah coughed, sucking hard as her mouth slid away. She stood up to face him. His eyes were hooded with desire. But, she noted, his face seemed impassive, detached. He reached between her legs, stroking her heat for a short minute before grabbing her and pushing her against the wall.
Hannah felt her own desire stroke higher. She felt a distance between them but her body betrayed her and she was wet with need of him. She looked up into his eyes, but Elliott quickly looked away. He grabbed her hips and turned her around to face the wall. He spread her thighs apart with his knee and she felt his hardness against her ass. His hand reached between them and in one hard, almost painful thrust, he penetrated her fully.
A moan came out of her harshly, her fist slamming against the wall. Elliott's hands went to her hips, grabbing roughly. He was still for a second, his fingers digging into her flesh. She felt his cock twitch inside her once before he withdrew and slammed into her again. And again. He pushed a hard and fast pace, his cock pounding into her again and again making her legs tremble.
An orgasm ripped through her quickly, having her sagging against the wall as he pushed inside her three more times and came, his fingers grabbing her hair and pulling her backward, her back arching as her scalp stung.
He withdrew from her almost immediately and she had to flatten her hands on the wall to keep upright. She turned a second later, but found that Elliott was gone. His clothes were still strewn over the floor but he was nowhere in sight.
Hannah felt something sharp in her chest, a pinprick growing and spreading outward. Hurt. The aching, crushing feeling had her wrapping her arms around herself for a moment, stunned by its intensity.
They had had quick, rough sex before. But it had never been quite so mechanical, so cold and distant. And it had never left her feeling so hollow and used.
Hannah felt the tears rising and stooped to grab her coat. She threw it on and tied the sash quickly.
So he was angry with her. It didn't give him a right to treat her like some prostitute he could just walk away from after screwing. And she wouldn't let him see her cry over being treated as such.