Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 46943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
“Delivery for Ms. Holmes?” he asked, an eyebrow quirking, blue eyes amused, almost like he could see through the door. I cursed myself. What was wrong with me? Unless he was Superman with x-ray vision, he couldn’t see through solid wood.
And I embarrassed myself, grabbing at the package with my free hand while trying to keep myself covered, holding my head down, too humiliated to meet his eyes. But that was nothing because when it came time to sign for the delivery, I completely fucked up. I was forced to step out from behind the door and somehow bungled it all, I’m so clumsy and inept.
To make things worse, then I fumbled and dropped my jeans. Yes indeed. The only piece of covering I had over my naked body fell to the floor for some reason, and I was bare in my birthday suit before this gorgeous man, my pink nips hard already, my cunt moist just from his presence.
“Oh my god!” I screamed, trying to cover myself futilely, one hand shielding my pussy while my other hand skipped between my breasts, attempting to hide one big tit and then the other. But the thing is that I’ve got Double D’s and it was impossible because there’s just too much flesh, too much sweet heft going on, so my boobs kept popping out, much to the amused glance of the big man.
But he was fast. Reacting immediately, he stepped in, swinging the door shut behind him so that at least no prying neighbors would see. No one would get an eyeful of this humiliating predicament. Except that I was still butt-naked in front of him.
Leaning down, I scrambled for my damp jeans and pressed them to my breasts, the fabric hiding my girls at least, shielding them from his hot gaze. But that meant my pussy was bare and his eyes dropped immediately, taking in everything, my nether lips slick, my thighs already wet, smeared with the evidence of my arousal.
“Is that for me?” he growled, an eyebrow quirked, taking it all in, not missing a detail. “Is that beautiful juice for me?”
To my shame, I just gushed more. Because yeah, I wanted him in me, I wanted him to feel my pussy, pet my kitty, squeeze my breasts and kiss my nips. It was exactly what I needed after an acrimonious divorce, some sensuous loving from an alpha male who was ten times more magnetic than Gary.
So I went with my intuition, throwing caution to the wind. Dropping the jeans on the floor, abandoning my pathetic attempts to hide myself, I purred at the big man, jutting one hip to the side saucily as my boobs bumped and swayed, my sleek vee glistening with temptation.
“Want some, big boy?” I purred. “Come and get it,” I invited.
And the gleam in those blue eyes deepened as he reached for me, growling, those big hands warm on my curves.
“I’ll take it,” he rumbled before drawing me close, pulling my head back for a deep kiss. And I was lost … lost in a tangled, delicious whirl, a storm of sensations descending over my body with every sweep of his lips on my mouth, his hands across my breasts, and oh god, that huge steel rod pressed against my tummy. I wanted it, no I needed it … bad.
5
Tucker
I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me. Seducing clients isn’t part of the job, not by a long shot and I was way off the reservation here, alone in the apartment with a nude girl, ravaging her within two minutes of the door opening.
But she was so fucking gorgeous and exactly my type. That curvy body, those huge boobs, that slickly pink cunt. It was like she was a temptress stationed here to ruin me, and I actually considered that possibility for a moment. Maybe someone at the office was trying to catch errant employees and was planting fakes along the way, honey pots to lure unsuspecting delivery men into Hell.
But it’d gone way past that by now. Because if the cameras were rolling, if HR was going to jump out from behind the door, they’d already missed their opportunity. The girl was stark naked, purring in my arms, rubbing herself against me, that sweet kitty humping my leg with hunger as I pressed my cock against her belly.
“Ohhh,” she moaned, twisting in my arms, eyes half-closed. “Do me, please mister.”
And fuck it, it was worth it. Getting fired was totally worth this. So I swept the curvy girl up in my arms, loving her substantial weight, that poundage in my arms, and strode about five steps into the bedroom in back, depositing her on a squeaky mattress.
“Oh!” she gasped as she bounced onto the coverlet, ass jiggling, those big breasts flying. And I was on her in a second, parting those thighs with my massive hands, licking at her nips, stroking her cunt, feeling the wet folds cream for me, going at her, testosterone engulfing my body as I felt up my female, marking what was mine.