Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Only Tate’s cock would do.
“Fuck,” I breathed.
I didn’t even realize I’d said a curse word. Tate did.
He laughed, deep and low, as he continued to fuck me.
The backs of my thighs were hitting the tops of his so hard that loud slaps filled the quiet office.
The springs of the couch were squeaking, and it would only be later that I realized that he was using my coffee table as leverage to power upwards with his thighs.
My eyes went hazy as tears filled them, then I shattered into a million, tiny, never going to be put back together, pieces.
I was aware of him following me over, but I could care less. I was experiencing the one thing that all women dreamed about. An orgasm that dragged me fifty feet under, shook me up, and threw me back out a completely different person.
I opened my eyes, my heartbeat racing, and looked down at the man who had rapture still written all over his face.
His mouth was slightly parted.
His beard was ruffled from my kisses.
His signature baseball cap was askew, but not completely off.
And his hands were clenched so tightly around my hips that I knew tomorrow I’d have perfectly defined bruises of all ten of his fingers. Five on one hip, four in the back, one in the front. Five on the other. Four in the back, one in the front.
Then he pulled me up and off of him, setting me on my feet.
My eyes automatically looked down, and I saw him sheathed in a condom that I didn’t remember hearing him put on.
“You used a condom.”
He grunted. “Always have, always will.”
I couldn’t find fault in that, but I was somewhat disheartened that I didn’t get to feel him burst inside of me. Not that I would ever tell him that. What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.
“Good,” I said and bent down for my panties.
Once I saw that they were ripped on both sides, I realized that panties weren’t happening today.
That would be uncomfortable.
“Really?” I asked him, holding them up for him to see.
He grinned unrepentantly and stood. “My bad.”
I snorted and watched avidly as he took the condom off of his cock, tied it off, and then reached for the tissues that I had on the coffee table.
Once he’d wrapped the condom, he put it into the trash and tucked his cock back into his jeans…his still half hard cock.
Even that was an impressive sight.
The man was definitely large. Everywhere.
Once his jeans were buttoned, he pulled his t-shirt back over his pants, his eyes once again on me.
He didn’t look uncommittable, and it was only then that I realized I was still standing there naked looking at him.
I bent over and got dressed, wincing only slightly when I realized that I’d have to go throughout the entire day with no panties on.
Usually I wouldn’t mind, but I had a lunch date with my father, and that was going to be extremely awkward.
“How do you like the word cunt now?” Tate wondered.
I bit my lip, wondering if I should say what was really on my mind.
“I love it,” I told him honestly. “But only when you say it when you’re inside of me.”
He grinned, then winked.
Distantly I heard the jingle of bells on my front office door, and realized that our hour was up. My next client had arrived, and there would be no waiting for him.
This client’s name was Jeff Yates. He was a favor from a friend.
When Jeff was a small child, he’d been diagnosed with schizophrenia. Now, at the age of twenty-six, he was still suffering from the same episodes, but had them better under control.
He’d moved to Hostel from Austin, Texas about a year ago, and the woman that he used to see as a psychologist had been my teacher, and my mentor, during college. She’d called me and asked me to take on Jeff as a patient, and I’d agreed.
It was only after he’d come to see me for the second time that I realized how hard he’d be to deal with.
He also didn’t know the word ‘wait.’
I wasn’t even sure he knew the word ‘stop.’
“Can you get the blinds for me while I go let Jeff in?” I asked him. “He doesn’t wait well.”
Tate’s eyes held mine for a few long seconds, and then he nodded in understanding. “Yeah.”
As I left the office once again fully dressed, I felt Tate’s movement behind me. As each section of blind was raised, and my little world was exposed, I felt marginally better.
I could deal with the blinds closed with Tate. There was no way for me to feel scared in his presence.
Jeff, however, was a completely different story.
The man gave me the creeps, and I was on the verge of dropping him as a patient.
The only thing that kept me from completely freaking out was my old mentor and teacher. We’d compared notes, and I had a better understanding of how Jeff’s mind worked.