Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 95307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Gasping my agreement, I throw my arms around his shoulders and try to climb him like a tree. It doesn’t work, of course, considering I have a basketball attached to the front of my body. Harrison guides me backward until my ass hits his desk. His lips devour mine, stealing every ounce of breath and sanity I have left. I hear the sweep of his hand and the sound of things falling, but I pay no attention to it. I can’t. All I can think about is the way he makes me feel.
The pleasure he gives.
Harrison lifts me up and sets me on top of the desk. My legs instantly wrap around his hips as I grind against his erection. My body is on fire, alive with reckless desire, as he makes a grab for my T-shirt. The moment it’s gone, I internally groan at the image I must present. I’m wearing a no-frills sports bra, which does nothing but flatten my girls to my chest. But I’ve learned that the bigger my boobs get, the more I need the sports bra when working out.
“Fuck, Winnie,” he barks, glancing down between us. You can clearly see his erection, tenting out his shorts, but also my swollen abdomen and my nipples, tight and aching in the confining material. He slowly pulls down my shorts, my hips lifting in assistance. “What were you thinking about earlier? You know, when you almost tripped on the treadmill.”
Cool air kisses my heated flesh as he removes my panties right along with my shorts. “I was thinking about you. And this desk.”
His nostrils flare and his eyes darken further. “What were we doing on this desk?” he asks quietly, relieving me of my sports bra next. Before I can answer, his mouth descends, greedily sucking one nipple into his warm mouth.
I gasp as pleasure shoots through my body. My pelvis tilts and I grind against his cock.
“What were we doing on this desk, Winnie?” he asks again, shifting to show my other nipple equal attention.
“You were sitting on the desk,” I moan, my hand moving to his hair. “I had you in my mouth.”
Harrison stops and glances up at me. “We can try that next.”
“Yes, please.”
He drops his head again and licks at my nipples. “So polite. I think that deserves a reward,” he says, his hand dropping to remove his shorts.
“Yes, yes, definitely a reward,” I beg, reaching for his hard erection. As soon as it’s in my palm, I give it a few quick strokes. You know, to make sure he’s good and ready.
It’s his turn to moan now. “Fuck, you keep doing that and this won’t take long at all,” he bites out between strokes, grabbing the neck of his shirt behind his head and pulling it over.
“That just means we can get to round two quicker,” I reason.
Harrison’s eyes burn into mine with the same intensity I’ve always seen reflected in them when we’re in this moment. He looks at me as if I were the only woman on the planet, the only one he wants.
I lean back and glance down, unable to watch this moment with my belly in the way.
“Close your eyes, Winnie. Close your eyes and just feel,” he whispers, taking my hand in his. He wraps it around the base of his cock, his large, warm fingers around mine, and guides himself to my entrance. “I can already feel how wet you are, baby. I can already feel how badly you want this right now.”
“So much,” I whisper as, together, he starts to enter me.
My breathing stalls in my throat as I stretch to accommodate him. My legs wrap around his back and lock the moment he’s fully seated inside me. I lean back on my elbows as Harrison places both his hands on my stomach. And then he moves. He thrusts his hips, filling me completely, stroke after stroke. The entire time, he never moves his hands, just lets his hips and legs do all the work.
“You look so fucking good on my desk, with my cock buried inside you.”
I clench around him as his words and his dick continue to drive me closer and closer to the release I’ve been craving. I can’t seem to find words as he pumps harder into my body.
“So fucking beautiful,” he growls, his hands gripping me as he thrusts deep. “Mine.”
My orgasm hits quick and fierce. Harrison pauses for a second, closes his eyes in euphoria, and then slams hard into me one last time when his orgasm follows. We’re still for several moments before he bends down and takes my lips with his. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I pant, trying to catch my breath.
“I love this,” he adds softly, rubbing his hands over my tight stomach. His cock twitches inside me. “I love it so much,” he says, pulling out and gently sliding back in. “I think you should stay pregnant.”