Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 57909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
She was ready and wanting, and it was fucking beautiful.
Removing the belt, I placed it by her side, a mixture of fear and excitement playing in her eyes. That was what I loved about Britta, she was always willing for anything. Stepping between her legs, I pulled her close.
“I’m happy you left these on,” I said, my fingertips grazing her panties. I could feel she was wet for me, and my cock ached to be inside her. Hooking a finger under the lace, I teased her sensitive clit. She squirmed, her body trying to deal with the raw sensation. Britta pushed against me, her tied wrists strained against the bonds.
I found her mouth, kissing gently but deeply. She moaned, and it was the best fucking sound ever. Moving my finger down to her opening, her legs spread wider allowing me access, giving me permission. Sliding inside her, Britta’s head dropped back, eyes closed, her spine concaving with pleasure. I moved with pace and rhythm, hooking my finger and finding her g-spot. She rotated her hips keeping in time with me.
She was panting when I pulled out, her eyes wide and begging for me.
“Be patient, my girl. There’s a lot more of that coming.”
Dropping my trousers to the floor, I stepped back and pulled her off the desk.
“Turn,” I ordered, and she did so. She was exceptionally co-operative when she wanted something badly enough. The thought made me smile. The Italian sassiness in her took a back seat.
Taking to the clasp, I lowered the zipper all the way down to her ass. Pulling it over her hips, the red number fell to the floor pooling at her feet. Britta was left standing in only her lacy G-string and heels.
I stepped further away, allowing the city lights filtering through into the darkened office to highlight all her luscious curves, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders.
“Fucking gorgeous,” I mouthed. She’d heard and turned to look over her shoulder at me, biting her bottom lip.
I practically growled, feeling the need to punish her for making me so fucking horny.
“You better stop doing that,” I warned, but it was too late. I was on her before I could stop myself. Bending Britta over the mahogany desk, her bound hands stretched in front, my greedy hands roamed the smooth roundness of her ass. She whimpered in delight as I slapped each cheek before leaning down to kiss away the sting.
I wanted to slide my tongue under her panties and taste what I’d longed for. Lowering to my knees, my cock tenting my underwear, I moved her feet further apart. I needed all the access so I could get in deep.
Hooking a finger under her panties, I pulled them aside exposing her wet pussy. I was practically salivating when my tongue glided from pussy to ass and back again. Her knees weakened, so I wrapped an arm around her waist, playing with her clit at the same time. Britta eagerly ground against my mouth and in response, I plunged my tongue deep into her pussy. She didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she seemed to love a good tongue fuck. Britta didn’t want it gentle, and when she tasted this divine, I just wanted to maul her. The deeper I went and the more I worked her clit, the more she trembled. Her climax was building, but I wanted her to come around my cock. Standing tall, I straightened Britta, whose eyes were hooded and expecting. I would love to fuck her from behind, but for our first, I wanted to see the pleasure on her face, the way her eyes rolled back when she orgasmed, to see her mouth when she cried out.
Gripping her waist, I lifted Britta and lowered her onto the desk, facing me. I had my back to the city lights, so she could watch my silhouette while I lowered my underwear. Once again, her tongue darted out and moistened her lips, eyes glued to my cock that was throbbing to take her. Closing the space, I kneed between her legs spreading her wide and ready.
Hooking a hand through Britta’s loose hair, I kissed her deeply, gently biting and sucking. She reciprocated, her sweet little mouth demanding and urgent. Holding onto her bound wrists, I gently pushed Britta back until she was lying on the cool wooden desk, the dim light highlighting her curvy breasts. My hands roamed the length of her bare thighs, finger grazing her pussy. She watched my every move, the further I got between her legs, the harder she breathed. Stepping forward, the tip of my cock teased her opening before I couldn’t stand tormenting her, or me, any longer and I plunged my length inside her. Britta cried out in pleasure and pain, her back arching as she took me fully.