Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
“You fucking tease,” he groans as I pull away, biting my lip and looking up at him.
The green jealous fire from before is almost gone, but it’s still there a little, burning fiercely in my chest. I chew at my lip as I look at him coolly.
“Did you guys go out?”
He frowns. “What?”
“You and Kelly.”
Oliver snorts, a small grin teasing the corners of his mouth.
“No, we did not. I had a drink with her when I first started, and that’s it.”
“At the bar in same building she lives in?”
I can hear the testy, jealous tone in my voice, and I know how lame it is, but I can’t stop. Oliver just smiles though, his eyes holding mine as he strokes my hair with his big hand.
“Just a drink, baby girl,” he purrs. “Trust me.”
He eyes me, that sly smile still teasing his lips.
“I think I like you with that jealous glint in your eyes, you know.”
I pout at him,
“She’s pretty.”
“She’s a pale imitation,” he grunts. “Of you.”
I can’t stop the smile that creeps over my lips, and I blush as I look down.
“You’re just saying that because your cock is in my hands.”
Oliver chuckles darkly. “No, I’m not. Come here, sweetness.”
He goes to pull me up into his lap, but I shake my head, not moving from my knees between his legs.
“Uh-uh,” I purr teasingly. “Not yet.”
I lean in, wetting my lips and planting little kisses over his swollen cock as Oliver groans in pleasure.
“Kelly is not my type, Anastasia.”
“Not barely legal?”
He groans as I suck his head back between my lips, his jaw clenching as I slurp wetly on him.
“She too old for you?”
He arches a brow. “She’s my age, you know.”
“Exactly.”
My lips slide back around him, and he groans as he throws his head back, his hand cupping my face.
“Am I doing okay?” I say softly.
He groans, his jaw clenching as his eyes burn into me.
“Fuck yes,” he hisses, sending a thrill through me as I swirl my tongue around his crown.
“You almost made me come in front of my fucking boss.”
I giggle.
“I should have.”
I lean back in, swiping up the underside of him with my tongue. And when I watch how he reacts to me teasing him like this, it’s like a power rushing through me, seeing the control I can have over this big, powerful, older man.
“Is this how you like it?” I purr, suckling on his crown and licking the tip of him in slow swirls.
Oliver growls lowly, nodding, his eyes full of lust as he starts to undo the buttons of his shirt. He pulls it off, his muscles and his ink rippling, and I moan as I suck him harder and try to fit more of him into my mouth.
Something naughty, and filthy, and slutty burns to life inside of me, urging me on and making my head swim. I moan deeply, looking up at him as I tongue the head of his cock.
“Or is it that yesterday, me sucking your big cock like this with my warm, wet little mouth would’ve been illegal?”
Oliver groans deeply, his cock swelling between my lips as his hands slide back to my hair.
“Fucking hell, Anastasia,” he growls, grabbing my pigtails as I moan around his cock.
“Do you like my young, wet mouth on your cock, sir?” I purr. I know I’m laying it on thick, but the fantasy and the wrongness of it all is like a drug, fueling me on and making me want to be his perfect little tease. His eager, willing bad girl.
“Do you like me making your big, grown up cock feel so good?”
“Jesus, Ana,” he grunts, his face red and his eyes wild. His abs clench and ripple as his cock pulses between my lips, and I start to suck him harder.
“Get up here,” he growls, moving to pull me into his lap again.
But I just shake my head and mumble “uh-uh” around his cock.
“You’re gonna make me come if you keep that up, baby girl,” he hisses.
“Good,” I whisper, making him groan as I swallow his cock into the back of my throat. I moan deeply as I wantonly and brazenly suck and slurp at his fat cock, bobbing my swollen, pouty lips up and down as I stroke his shaft and tease his balls. Oliver groans, gripping the armrest of the chair in an iron grip with one hand, and guiding me up and down his achingly hard cock with the other.
“I want to taste your cum, sir,” I moan eagerly as I slide my mouth back down his glistening shaft, sucking him deep.
“Fuck, Ana,” he groans, his hips flexing and his cock swelling up so freaking big in my mouth as I eagerly suck on him.
“You want my cum, baby girl? You want me to fill this naughty, bratty mouth with my fucking cum?”