Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
And Stevie was tugging me in, scattering kisses all over my neck and face, whimpering, begging me…
How could I possibly say no?
I rolled my hips, testing her as she came down from her high. I’d teased her, pushed her to the brink, and I wanted to give her a moment before I pushed her too far.
“Fuck me,” Stevie begged, her voice strung-out and breathless. “Fuck me, please, Michael, fuck me…FUCK MEEEE…”
Jesus Christ. She was so goddamn hot like this. It felt like my blood was on fire, like I was seeing through a haze of pleasure. I couldn’t even think anymore. I thrust into her again, and again, as Stevie encouraged me, urged me on, harder and harder until she was screaming my name.
A purr of satisfaction rumbled up in my chest. I was drunk on her cries, on the hot slick feel of her clenching around me, on making her feel this good. She was clinging to me, clawing at me, leaving marks on my skin that I hoped would stay even as I bit and sucked my own marks into her.
Before I could lose myself completely, I pulled out of her. “Turn over,” I growled, my voice hardly recognizable, even to myself. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this far gone, feeling this possessive and wrecked over someone.
Stevie shivered, turning over for me and bending over the desk. I slid back into her and groaned, my forehead falling forward onto her shoulder. At this angle I could get into deeper into her, fuck her harder, and I could wrap my arm around to finger her, rubbing at her clit, bringing her up to the top of the mountain again.
Her hands dug into the edge of the desk, hanging on for dear life as she moaned my name, begging me yes, harder, there, yes, yes, yes, setting my blood on fire. I bit down on her shoulder, touching her relentlessly, until Stevie let out a helpless scream and came wildly, going beautifully tight, making my eyes roll back into my head.
I shoved myself into her, grunting, fingers slipping on her sweat-slick skin, coming with a shudder.
Holy shit. I hadn’t come that hard in…Jesus fuck. My brain was fuzzy, like it was filled with cotton candy. We lay there for a second, catching our breaths, and I let my heart rate get down to something where I thought I might not actually die from how good I felt.
As our breathing slowed, I slid out of Stevie and she turned over, and I could see her flushed, relaxed, sated face. She looked like she was still floating, still partly in ecstasy, and I felt a rush of pride that I made her feel like this.
And then, it really hit me. What had I done!
Shit.
Steve was…she’s my employee, the best friend of my daughter, she’s twenty years younger than I am. What the fuck was I thinking? How could I have done this?
I yanked my shirt back on and tucked myself into my pants, zipping up. Dammit, dammit, God dammit, fuck… “That can’t happen again.”
She was a virgin, she had never done this before and I just fucked her like an animal, how could I have done that?
“What?” Stevie looked at me, confused and hurt. “What do you mean?”
Her disappointment was plain in her voice, but I knew that this was just her first-time having sex, messing with her head. She didn’t really want me. I was a fuck up, a has-been, and I wasn’t what was good for her.
“This was completely inappropriate,” I pointed out.
Stevie grabbed her clothes with shaking hands. “I—but—”
“You’re my employee, Stevie. That should never have happened. It was a mistake.”
Stevie looked crushed. “Right. A mistake. Exactly what every fucking girl wants to hear.”
She quickly gathered her things and hurried out.
Goddammit.
I felt like a complete asshole.
Fuck, I hadn’t felt this shitty since… since I couldn’t remember. It wasn’t just the general shittiness of when Virginia had left me. That had been betrayal and abandonment. That had hurt.
This felt like my fault.
This felt like I had caused it, like I was the asshole, and that was a whole other flavor of stinking… well. It was a fucking mess, and I didn’t know how to fix it.
What else could I do? I closed up the restaurant and headed home.
How did this get so fucked up? How did this mess even start? I should’ve kept a professional distance from Stevie. I wanted her, still wanted her even after that one time, it wasn’t enough, God, never enough. I’d had her on my desk but I wanted to turn her over and fuck her from behind. I wanted to get her on her knees and feed her my aching cock until she was gagging on it. I wanted to tie her up and touch her, tease her, until she was covered in sweat and couldn’t even speak to beg me to let her come.