Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
A low growl escaped and I gripped a handful of red hair in one hand, tilting her back so I could watch her as I fed her my cock over and over, deeper and deeper until her eyes water but she doesn’t let me slow down or stop, squeezing my ass as if to say keep going.
I thrust a little deeper and a lone tear slips from the corner of her eye but she doesn’t let up. My grip tightens on her hair as my balls tighten and the base of my cock swelled. “Toni!” My body stilled and I exploded in her mouth and down her throat. “Fuck,” I growled when she swallowed it around me. Every stream that escaped, she swallowed around me which prolonged my orgasm for an eternity. “Holy fucking shit,” I grunted as the last drop hit her tongue and she pushed me down her throat one final time before she released me and my legs damn near buckled.
Toni licked her lips and stood with a smile. “Even better than I dreamed it.”
My legs wobbled again and I leaned against my desk, hooking an arm around her waist. “You dreamed of sucking my cock?”
She nodded. “Here in your office just like that.”
“That was…I never come so much from a blow job. Ever.”
Toni laughed and the sound was magnificent. “Good to know.”
“I don’t know how I’ll ever get any work done in here ever again.” I would always see her in that dress on her knees, eyes fixed on me while she took my cock deep. The reminder of my work shifted my focus for a minute and I reached behind me to shut off my monitors.
Hurt flashed in her eyes when I turned back to Toni but she looked away too quickly for me to be sure. “Speaking of distraction, I came in here for a reason.”
“Yeah,” I pulled her close with one hand and slipped the other up her thighs and into her panties where she was wet and swollen. “Was this the reason?”
Her head fell back and her hips thrust against my touch. “No, but I’ll take it.”
I laughed and kissed her throat, pumping two fingers into her. “What is it, Toni. What was the reason?”
She swallowed hard and her pussy clenched tight around my fingers. “I need a favor.”
My blood instantly ran cold. My fingers stopped and I slowly pulled them from her body. “A favor?”
She heard the shift in my tone and her eyes widened but undeterred, Toni nodded and folded her arms as she took a few steps back. “Yeah, Brady. A favor.”
My brows dipped into a frown. “It was just a matter of time, wasn’t it?” I needed some distance so I walked around my desk to have a barrier between us as my anger festered and grew. “What is that you want, Toni? A piece of must-have jewelry? A trip on my private jet? Those designer shoes you love so much? Lay it on me.” I was an asshole and I knew it but Toni was just like all the rest. Oh sure, she’d hid it better and played the role to perfection but in the end it was all about what I could do for her.
“Are you serious right now?” She shook her head, her tone incredulous as if I was still that desperate nerd I used to be.
“Don’t play coy now, tell me what you want. I’m feeling generous and you’ve more than earned it.”
She sucked in a sharp breath and her nostrils flared.
Oh she was angry which was good, because I was angry too. “You have an investment opportunity you don’t want me to miss out on? That was what the blow job was about, wasn’t it?”
“No,” she growled. “That was because I wanted to do it. I wanted to see you when I made you feel like that. But I guess treating me like shit makes you feel better.”
I rolled my eyes, refusing to feel guilty when she was the one in the wrong. “Give it up, Toni. Just tell me what you want and I’ll decide if you’ve earned it or not.”
She took a step back as if I’d hit her but Toni was tough and her expression went completely blank, devoid of all emotion. She reached for the office door and turned the knob, tugging the door open slightly before her gaze met mine once again. “What I want from you, Mr. Winsome, is to keep an open mind when Layla finally works up the courage to ask you to buy her a guitar. She’s getting good at it and she’s excited to keep learning but she’s worried you’re going to say no. If you do, just think about it first.” Her eyes grew suspiciously moist but she shook away the emotions that threatened to surface and walked out of my office, closing the door quietly behind her.