Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 110458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 552(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 552(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
"All day," I murmur. "I've been wanting to do this at work for days, but today...I tried to get down to you twice and got called back up both times."
I give him a stroke, my hand bumping into his, which seems to be teasing the tip of his dick.
"Get out of my way," I murmur, and he rests his forearms on my desk, leaning over more as I work his cock.
"Someone's nice and hard,” I murmur. “Let it build up all day, did you?"
“Yeah,” V groans. “Kinda thought I was gonna get some earlier. What’s worth more, preacher guy? My ass or eight million dollars?"
I spread his cheeks and let his balls go for the moment, licking two of my fingers before I work them in between his cheeks, pushing gently toward his hole...and then I'm there, and I'm rubbing him just like I know he wants, and he's moaning.
"Keep it down, Rayne, or someone'll call security."
I remember that I've got a pack of lube in my front pocket. Pervert that I am. I take my hands off him and tear it open. Vance exhales like it's killing him to wait, and I grin as I coat my fingers. "You have no idea how bad I want this."
"Yeah I do." I can hear the grin in his voice, even as he shifts his hips and I can tell he's got his hand around the tip of his dick.
I spread him again, feeling a jolt of satisfaction that this sweet ass is mine forever. Then I press two fingers into him, and Vance groans softly, and I'm sliding deeper into him. I love how he pushes back against me, like a welcome inside. I reward him with a brush of my fingertips over his hot spot, and he nearly comes off the desk.
"Fuuuck." I do it again, just to hear him moan like that.
"You like this?"
Again, and his body trembles. "God, I'm gonna blow...if you keep doing that." His voice shakes.
But I don't. I work my fingers in and out of his hole, stretching gently even as my other hand finds his balls...then his cock, and Vance scoots back more, grunting softly as he clutches my desk.
"Who likes when I squeeze his dick and stuff him at the same time?"
He groans loudly.
"I know. Someone's been waiting all day, and I can't believe I left you alone with such a heavy load." I fondle his balls, and he tightens around my fingers.
"Fuck."
I push in deeper, lighting him up again, and this time he groans so loud it's almost a shout.
"Shhh."
"Sorry." Chills move over his skin.
"Maybe we should get a ball gag for you…”
Rayne just grunts as I continue working his shaft, pushing into him and drawing out...and in again, until I feel him dripping—probably all over my paperwork, I note with a smirk.
"Reach out, V, and grip the back line of the desk."
He does as I ask, even as it pushes his cock against my desktop planner. I drop down, giving his balls a warm lick to reward him for the effort. He rewards me with a rough moan.
"Never thought I'd fill a man's ass on my desk’s top." I’m smiling as I unzip my pants, jerk my boxer-briefs down. “Didn’t think I’d come out for a long time, if ever.” I stroke myself, and I’m seeing stars. That's how much I want him.
"But you came along, made me call off all my plans and make new ones," I say, still working his hole with my fingers. "Exception to the rule,” I breathe. “I don't like surprises that much. I don't like the messiness."
I chuckle softly as I drag my fingers out of him. I lean down and kiss his lower back, and then I'm spreading his cheeks again, and this time it's not fingers that I press against him.
"You’ll have to be really, really quiet, Rayne."
“Okay.” He sounds throaty.
I laugh. "Wait." With my tip still pushed against him, I take off my tie and say, "Reach back." He grabs it, and I whisper, "Bite down on that, baby."
I hope he's done it as I tease him with my tip, and then I'm pushing harder...pushing in. He groans, but it's muffled. I smile as he relaxes for me and I enter slow and steady, filling him inch by mind-blowing inch. Every centimeter makes him breathe a little harder…makes him squeeze a little harder. Then I'm really in; my legs are shaking, and V’s writhing on my desk.
"I think I've done too much receiving and not enough giving lately," I whisper.
He gives another muffled groan, and I can feel his body quiver as I fill him up completely, pushing harder for a second as he shudders, and then drawing myself out more slowly, making him whisper a curse around my tie.
"Oh fuck,” he moans.