Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
He fucks me rough and savage. I know I can’t take it much longer. I’m tensing, all my muscles contracting, ready for the moment I can finally release. Ready for when he finally lets me.
He puts a finger in my mouth and I suck it greedily as he fucks me faster. “That’s right, I want to come right here,” he says gently, pulling his finger down my lip. “I want you to taste it all, you dirty girl.”
“Please,” I moan. “I want it, please, Daddy.”
He growls and rips into me, savage inside. I’m dripping wet and ready, buzzing with it, feeling the glow right on the edge of my skin, ready to invade my mind in thick and intense spurts of desire.
“Go ahead, girl,” he growls in my ear. “Let me see it. Let me watch you.”
I roll my hips and pant as he fucks me faster, faster, and I know. I can feel it now, the buzz turning into a roar.
The explosive orgasm rips through me in wave after wave and I think I stop breathing. I know I say his name, whispering Daddy like a prayer, and he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t slow down. He gives me what I need.
I come harder than I’ve ever come before. It’s like the tension’s been building for months and only now is he letting me release it all. I come and he growls and he doesn’t let up, not for a second.
As it slowly starts to fade from an explosive intensity wrecking my body down to a glow of happy pleasure, he pulls himself back and grabs me off the couch, onto my knees. I suck his cock, knowing what he needs, and I taste it as he spurts into my mouth with deep growls of pleasure.
“Paige,” he groans, pushing my head down. I take his cum into my throat and swallow every bit of it. I lick him clean and when I’m done, he pulls me into his lap and wraps his arms around my body, holding me tight against him.
I stay like that for a while, just breathing against his chest. We’re both sweating and I swear I’m still dripping wet. I think I can feel his cock getting hard against my ass the longer we stay like this, and I know that as soon as I move, he’s not going to let me go.
“Is this the break you needed?” he whispers in my ear.
“Maybe,” I say back. “Maybe it is. God, it feels good.”
“Good,” he says, a smile on his lips. “Do you want to be alone?”
I grip him, nuzzling tighter. “No.”
“I didn’t think so.”
He holds me against him.
All thoughts of anything else are gone. There’s only this moment, this man, holding me tight.
10
Leon
After that day in the hotel, things go back to normal.
Mostly.
Maxime and Cerise go dark and I don’t hear anything from them, which is actually not that unusual. They like to be aloof and distant then suddenly appear out of nowhere with a flurry of activity. I think it’s a negotiation strategy meant to knock people off balance.
It definitely works, or at least it would if I weren’t used to their shit already.
Paige forgives me for that blunder at the job site and things fall back into an easy rhythm. The tension between us simmers, building back up from the boiling point we hit that morning in the hotel, but not quite running over.
The biggest difference is I find myself going easy on her. Well, maybe not easy compared to other, normal human beings… but easy for me.
I don’t know why. I shouldn’t give her any favoritism or treat her any differently. I mean, yes, we fucked and it was fantastic, but there’s still nothing official going on between us. That was inevitable, but still, we’re both adults. We can go back to working together like normal.
But apparently not. Or at least I’m not capable of it.
And so I take it easy. I don’t push her. I don’t stress her. I make her do her job but I don’t give her tasks that are unreasonable or impossible just to see how she handles it.
I don’t need to see. I know she’ll be able to take care of it.
Maybe that’s the real difference. I trust her now for some reason. Something clicked inside of me and I simply trust that she’s competent and smart. I don’t need to test her anymore. I don’t need to push her.
It’s almost frustrating, actually. I like watching her squirm. I get satisfaction from it, from watching her get pissed off but unable to express herself for fear of getting something worse. I think she’s sexy when she’s holding back her anger and I want to see her like that all the time.
And I think she likes it too. I think that’s why she stayed with me for so long.