Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
“Paxton, please,” she begs, coming out of character.
I smack her ass and slam into her again. “Stay in character,” I command, as she cries out in both pain and pleasure. “Good girls get rewarded. Bad girls get punished. You’ve proven over and over that you’re a naughty girl. This is your continued punishment.”
“Yes, Professor Atwood,” she says, sadness clear in her voice.
My heart squeezes and I want to tell her I’ll never deny her, but I don’t. I’ll make her come. I’m not cruel. But she needs to experience wanting something so intensely and being denied.
So, I continue to fuck her hard and fast. Slamming into her as deep as possible. Her moans and cries of pleasure make it difficult for me to hold off my orgasm. I’m close, but I can’t come without pleasing her.
“Fuck, Miss Jamison, you feel so good, squeezing my cock so tight.”
“It feels so good,” she cries out, her fingers digging into the edge of the desk as I drive into her.
“It makes you angry and makes your body burn, wanting something so badly that you can’t have. Doesn’t it, Hartford?”
“Yes, oh god, I want it so badly.”
“I know you do, and me denying you makes you want it even more, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” she says, pushing back against me.
I smack her ass. “Do not deny me again, Hartford. If you make my cock hard, you will suck it or it will fuck you. Understand?”
Fuck, I’m so close. My body is on fire.
“I understand, Professor Atwood. If I make you hard, I will drop to my knees and suck your cock.”
I groan. “Or I’ll fuck this perfect pussy. Say it, Hartford.”
“You can fuck me whenever you want,” she shouts.
It feels real. Like she means what she’s saying. I fucking hope that’s the truth because I will put it to the test.
“Good girl,” I whisper, lifting my hand off her upper back. I reach between her legs and rub her clit as I pound into her. She screams at the contact and her pussy tightens on me. “Come with me, Miss Jamison.”
“I’m so close, Professor Atwood.”
I rub her sensitive clit as I fuck her at the same tempo. Her hips rock back against me, and I groan, holding back my release.
“Professor…Paxton,” she says, as her orgasm rips through her.
I follow right behind, my release tearing me in half.
When we both settle, I rest my chest on her back and press a soft kiss on her shoulder. “Damn, Hartford, that was fucking incredible,” I say, breathless.
She sighs. “It was spectacular.”
I pepper her shoulders and back with kisses as I pull out of her. When I stand back and look at the view in front of me—her red ass in the air with our combined releases running down her thighs—I could come all over again.
Fucking beautiful.
I softly rub my hand on her ass. “Hart, how painful is this?”
She turns her head and locks her eyes with mine. “It’s fine.”
My eyes search hers and I narrow them. “You’re lying.”
She blows out a breath, and I help her stand. “It’s sore, but I’m fine.” She wraps her arms around my neck. “I promise, Pax.”
I capture her lips, kissing her like she deserves to be kissed. Full of passion, want, and need.
When we pull away, I smile down at her. “I think Professor Atwood and Miss Jamison will need to resurface again.”
“Oh, definitely.”
“Pass the ketchup,” Brock says, during lunch at Atta Boy.
I hand it to him and he squirts a mound onto his plate. Lunch with my brothers—minus Tripp, who is in school—happens often to discuss business. Griffin usually tests his new recipes on us, but today he’s made Hartford’s favorite Cowboy Burger. It’s obvious why it’s her favorite and one of our top sellers.
“I have a new recipe idea I want to run by everyone, but I’m not ready yet. It’ll be ready for tasting this weekend,” Brock says, slathering a fry with ketchup.
“Looking forward to it,” Shepherd says.
“Mark, The Smokehouse’s owner contacted me this morning,” I say, grinning. “He decided on two lines,”
“No shit? Great job,” Callum says with a proud smile. “You can sell anything to anyone.”
I nod and take a sip of beer. “Pretty much.”
I can sell anything to anyone, but I can’t seem to sell myself to Hartford. She’s so confusing, sending mixed signals constantly. Just when I’m sure we’re on the same page, she compliments me on what a great friend I am. But, just like when I’m selling beer, I will continue to push until I get the result I want.
“Anya called me again,” Callum says.
I pin him with my stare. “Please tell me you guys sat down and had a discussion.”
“In my opinion, it’s a good idea,” Brock says with a shrug.
I agree and have told Callum many times, but he’s being his usual stubborn self.