Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71202 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71202 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
I know he still sees me as the psychologist trying to get in his head, and that’s part of the reason I’ve been so willing to sleep with him. That, and the amazing orgasms of course.
I want him to talk to me because he wants to, not because he feels obligated. I no longer see him as a patient, and that was a hard one to overcome. But I figure if we aren’t having regular sessions like I would in my line of work then we haven’t crossed any lines other than the one where we’re coworkers. I’ve justified that by reasoning that neither of us are working.
“Hands on my cock,” he growls.
“I hadn’t planned on that today,” I say, shifting my weight so I can run my hand down his abs.
The man is statue worthy, that’s for damn sure.
“Brynn, I fucking—oh shit, really?”
I give him another smile before I wrap my lips around the flared head of his cock.
His moan is guttural, his pleasure palpable. I release my own self-indulgent sounds as precum coats my tongue.
I’ve always been so ready for him, so greedy to get him inside of me, we’ve never done this before.
He’s tried more than once to get his mouth on my pussy, but I have no disillusions as to what this is. Him doing that seems like too much. I know that sounds crazy, that him licking my pussy is too intimate, but I don’t make the fucking rules in my own head.
His legs tremble under my hands as I take him as far into my throat as possible. His fingers tangle in my hair, the sting at my roots telling me he fucking enjoys what I’m doing to him.
I pull back, licking that sensitive part under the head. “Come in my mouth.”
His grip is tighter on my hair as his head shakes.
“Come on my mouth,” he counters. “Then come again on my cock.”
I have no doubt he can make me do both, and as much as I avoided it before, I’m having a hard time sticking to my guns about it now that he’s gotten comfortable enough with me to demand it of me.
“We’re out of condoms,” I tell him.
His face falls with the news a second before a sinister smile crosses his face.
“I told you the first time, I’d fuck you without one. Is that what you want?”
I shake my head, but my pussy clenches in disagreement.
His smile only grows wider.
“I’ll come right now if you tell me you have a breeding kink.”
I huff a laugh.
“That isn’t a no,” he says, his grip on my hair tighter as he tugs me up his body.
He doesn’t stop until my tits are right in his face, and the man takes his time on each breast before he starts to wiggle down the bed underneath me.
I feel the warmth of his breath on my ribs, my stomach, the upper mound of my pussy, then his lips are circling my clit a second before I feel the suction.
I grip the headboard in an effort to keep upright.
“Oh shit,” I groan, both wanting to pull away from the sharp attack but also to grind my hips harder to get more.
One hand spreads me open to give him better access and the other grips a hearty amount of my ass.
This feels dirty and salacious—sex in the middle of the day with the fucking lights on.
Sex before him felt like a transaction. The guy would get off. Sometimes I’d get lucky and get off, too. It’s not like we’re doing any level of fucking acrobatics in bed, but it’s leagues better than I’ve ever had.
It’s quite easy to understand why so many women try to crawl back into his bed.
I shake my head, needing to rid it of those thoughts.
He’s all kinds of sloppy as he licks and nips at my flesh. The sounds alone are quite possibly enough to take me to the edge. Add in his moans and groans of pleasure at tasting me and that magical work his tongue and fingers are doing, and I’m not surprised how quickly he gets me there.
“Josh!” I pant, my body already quickening.
He hums his approval when my pussy starts to pulse against his mouth, and for the first time in my life, I’m not self-conscious with letting myself go. The orgasm seems to go on forever, and he’s there with me every second. Eventually, I have to pull away, flopping on my side on the bed.
I know he doesn’t move as quickly as he likes, but his struggle doesn’t stop him from lying on his side and lining his cock up at my lips.
He isn’t any gentler fucking my mouth as he was eating my pussy, and I find that I fucking love it when he lets go and does exactly what his body is demanding from him.