Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61532 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61532 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
“You like watching, don’t you?” He flips me over, and in front of me is a mirror. I can see him on his hands and knees behind me. His eyes appear dark, as if he’s possessed. I push my ass back until I reach him and rub myself on him, telling him what I want without the use of words.
“How about you watch us.” He pushes me back, and I hear the zip of his trousers come down, then the crinkling noise of a wrapper before I feel him nudging at my entrance. I watch him from the mirror, transfixed by him. No other human has looked as good in this lifetime as he does. Darby’s in a league of his own, and I’m about to let him fuck me.
“Yes,” I say as he comes near me. I’m already wet and want him to go straight in. His fingers run along my ass to my hip bone, until he reaches between my legs and touches my clit. I push back against him and watch in the mirror as he hisses at me then shakes his head. He lifts his hand, sucks his finger then puts it back between my legs, circling my clit with his finger. We both lock eyes. The corner of his mouth turns up, and we know what’s about to happen, and I can’t fucking wait.
“Are you watching, Olympia?”
I nod, eagerly pushing back into him, asking for it. His other hand, which isn’t touching my clit, trails up my back and grips my blue hair around his fist. He reefs it up with force, until my neck is fully extended, and I have no other option but to watch anyway.
“Good.” He leans forward and pushes inside me, while a loud moan leaves my mouth. Ah, finally. He keeps pushing and fills me so fucking well that I have to stay still for a moment to get used to his size. He doesn’t, though, because when I open my eyes to watch him like he requested, he’s already staring at me with those intense dark eyes. He starts pumping his hips while still gripping my hair even tighter. The hand that was on my clit is now on my hip, making my rocking faster.
“Darby…” I say his name and he shakes his head. Locking eyes with me, he keeps going but lets go of my hair. He grips both of my hips with his hands, taking control, so each rock he has total command over. Each thrust he directs with authority. I don’t complain because it feels so fucking good, just like I knew it would. His hand slaps my ass when I close my eyes, and when they spring open, he’s smirking in the mirror.
I’m on the verge of coming, so I put my hand between my legs to make it happen. It’s right there, the build-up is right there, I just need…
He pushes my hand away and flips me over, so now I’m on my back. Darby’s mouth comes down and touches my clit, then he inserts two fingers. I scream as his tongue lashes my clit, and it isn’t long until I come completely undone.
The minute the wave flows over me, I’m too sensitive for his mouth to keep touching. He seems to know and pulls my lazy body to him, lifting my legs over his head and inserting himself back inside me again. This time I don’t have a mirror to watch him fuck me, instead I can see him. And I can’t look away, not even when I’m about to come again. Not even when he does, because that facial expression—where it’s bliss and anguish all wrapped up in a tiny little bow—I know I’ll never forget that look. It’s beautifully tortured, just the way he is.
The minute it’s over, something passes over his face as he stands tall. Darby glances at me once, before he zips up his trousers then stares straight ahead. He walks away, not checking back once.
I yell out his name, making him stop with his head still forward. “You’re not going to say anything?” I ask in disbelief.
“You’re fired.” These are the only words he says then he keeps walking.
No fucking way.
No fucking way.
I find my G-string, pull my skirt up and my shirt down, and chase after him. Darby’s already in his office when I finally catch up to him. He’s sitting back in his chair at his computer as if nothing has happened.
No fucking way.
He glances up as I walk in, and I don’t even bother shutting the door.
Fuck him.
“I. Am. Not. Fired.”
“Did you not hear me correctly? I speak very plainly and understand English perfectly.” The insolent tone in his voice has me rattled on this occasion. He always has it, though. He’s so fucking rude.