Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
His fingers continued to graze my skin underneath my top as he watched the game. He didn’t yell at the TV when the plays were made, but he seemed to be into it because he watched with intensity.
“I didn’t know you liked sports.”
“I like gambling.”
“You bet on a team?”
“Manchester United.”
I didn’t watch sports at all. Bolton didn’t either. So I knew nothing about it. “I’m surprised you like to gamble when you’re already so wealthy.”
“It’s not about the money. It’s about the win.” When the game was over, he grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. The second the remote was tossed aside, he was pulling at my clothes like he’d been anxious for the game to end so he could get them off. He pulled down the zipper at the back of my skirt so it slid over my hips. He tugged the thong with it too, making me naked on the bottom. Then he yanked down his boxers until his dick popped out, and he guided me over him, telling me he wanted me to do the fucking tonight.
He pulled me onto his fat length like it was a bicycle seat and then ground against me. My clit dragged over him and immediately made my fingertips go numb in desire. His big hands squeezed my ass as he looked at me the way he did across the dinner table, like I was all he wanted in this world.
His hand cupped my neck, and he kissed me, kissed me hard and slow at the same time, making our kiss purposeful and raw, like it was the first time.
I felt the air leave my lungs. Felt the uncertainty leave my thoughts.
I just felt him.
He ended our kiss to lift me by the hips, his eyes never leaving mine as he lifted his dick and pointed it at my entrance. He let me sink at my own pace, let my wet lips kiss his head before I started to inch down his length, pushing him inside me even when my little body wanted to resist.
I was only able to make it work because I was soaking wet. Drenched for this man and those dark eyes and that heavy stare. He saw my bleeding heart on my sleeve, but he didn’t run. Didn’t shut me down or close himself off. He was there when I got home, ready to prove that a couple words, no matter how powerful, weren’t enough to chase him away.
His eyes closed as he released a satisfied moan. He always enjoyed me like it was the first time, like he’d finally claimed me after several dinners and late-night conversations. His fingers dug hard into my skin as he gripped my ass, a hot metal pipe inside me. The tint moved into his skin, the desire in his eyes, a man unafraid to show how much he wanted a woman. He sank into the couch as his thumbs moved across my stomach, squeezing my petite frame like he wanted to watch me break.
I stopped when it started to hurt as his big dick rammed me too far. I had the sudden thought of being pregnant with his child, my stomach enormous because it was a big, healthy baby. With my legs spread, I pushed for hours to give birth to his son, a boy who would grow up to be immense just like his father.
I blinked, and the vision disappeared.
His muscular arms hooked under my thighs, and he helped me rise up his dick before lowering back down, moving his arms like he was doing bicep curls with weights. It seemed effortless on his part because his focus on my eyes hadn’t changed. “Fuck, this pussy is better than scotch.” He helped me rise and fall, doing most of the work as if he knew I would tire easily on my own. I didn’t do lunges or squats. Didn’t do weights. I had the stamina to run on a treadmill, but I didn’t have the muscular strength to do anything more intense…like this.
My hands were planted on his chest near his shoulders, and I used his body as the anchor to help me move, to carry my own weight so he wouldn’t have to do it all. He was the one always on top, the one doing all the fucking while I lay there and enjoyed it. It was his turn to get fucked.
“Take off your top.”
I was still in the blouse I’d worn to work, a button-down. I unbuttoned the top few buttons to get it loose enough to pull over my head. A black bra was on underneath, and I snapped open the clasp and let it fall. My tits immediately hardened once the warm fabric was gone and I was bare to the air.
He stared at my tits like he’d never seen them before. “That’s better.” He lifted me up and down at a greater pace, pulling my pussy over his hard dick over and over, the sounds of our slick bodies as loud as clapping hands. “Much better.”