Total pages in book: 176
Estimated words: 167257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 558(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 558(@300wpm)
“I know what you’re doing,” Rowdy said as he came to stand behind me. I could feel his tall, muscular stature looming over me like a shield between me and the rest of the world—maybe even myself—and I felt my stiff muscles slowly start to relax. “I know what you want. You want to use me to punish yourself for whatever you think you did before you darkened my doorstep.” My breath shuddered out of me when I heard his belt falling to the floor. He leaned over me then, his groin now flush with my naked ass as he planted his hands next to my head and whispered in my ear. “But I won’t let you,” he said, making me whimper. “Let that guilt go, baby. Whatever wrong you think you committed, leave it in the past. It doesn’t belong here. I won’t let it take any time away from us.”
“What if I can’t?” I cried as tears streamed down my cheeks. “What if it’s too late?”
“Then I’ll help you,” he said simply. I didn’t know what he meant or how it was even possible until his hands lifted from the table and ran down my sides. I could feel him growing hard, his bulge nestling my ass cheeks, but Rowdy’s focus seemed to be entirely on me as he continued to drive me crazy by grazing his rough palms all over my soft skin.
“Owen,” I sighed before I recognized the urge.
“Yes, Atlas?”
“I…” I couldn’t seem to put into words the need coursing through my blood and setting every drop on fire until there was a blazing inferno in my veins and warming my skin.
Rowdy seemed to know exactly what I needed. I felt his fingers undoing the clasp at the middle of my back, then my bra fell to the table beneath me, and I shoved it away. I didn’t think my nipples could get any harder, but then he cupped both of my breasts, their size fitting perfectly in the palms of his hands.
“These fucking tits,” he said, groaning as I pushed my ass back against him. He pushed back, and just like that, we were dry humping each other’s brains out. He stood up straight, taking me with him as he tugged and plucked at my nipples, stretching them out impossibly far and delivering that taste of the pain I’d been looking for.
“Feels so good,” I moaned.
“Yeah?” Rowdy thrust his hips upward, and I responded by circling my own, my eyes rolling back from the friction we created. I was distantly aware that I was completely nude while he remained fully clothed. I also wouldn’t think about the fact that we were both at work, and the man currently humping me was my boss.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” I cried as much to his question as I did to the idea of being left bare and completely under his control. I reached back and up, gripping his braids in my hand as I fought to get closer. It still wasn’t enough. “More.”
His lips abruptly left my neck where he’d been suckling and leaving his mark. “More? Use your big girl words, Atlas. What do you want?”
I paused and swallowed. “I want…I want to come.”
I couldn’t see his face with my back to him, but I could sense his smile just before he kissed my cheek. “Good girl. Lift your right leg on the table and bend over. Open that pussy for me, baby.”
I bit my lip and did as he instructed, hooking my right leg until my knee and calf were resting on the cold surface.
“What are you going to do?” I asked when a little of my common returned. It wasn’t enough to make me stop, but my legs gave a nervous tremble as he kissed down my spine.
“I’m going to get my water back,” he answered between pecks. A bolt of alarm shot down my spine, but before I could ask him what he meant, I felt his hand between my legs, and I moaned when his fingers teased my wet pussy, playing with my arousal.
“Are you going to fuck me?” I asked quietly. I didn’t know what I wanted his answer to be.
“No.”
Something suspiciously like disappointment coursed through me, but then his fingers circled my clit, and I forgot all about it.
“Why are you always so fucking wet, Atlas?”
My hips began to move in time with his fingers, but his hand on one of them stopped me. “I can’t help it. It’s only when you’re around.”
Rowdy didn’t respond, and the only sound that could be heard was his fingers stirring through my wetness.
I was fucking soaked.
Done teasing, he pushed two of his fingers inside me, and my lips parted as I moaned long and low as they sank to the last knuckle without stopping.
My walls gripped them greedily, but Rowdy paid them no heed as he pushed deeper—almost impossibly so—before pulling out and repeating the motion.