Total pages in book: 172
Estimated words: 155984 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155984 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
He was on her in seconds, his leopard fast, the room so small he covered the distance in a one leap. He put a hand between her shoulder blades to press her down until her breasts lay on the surface of the desk.
“Stay still.” He reached with both hands to open her jeans, yanking them down along with her panties. “Kick off your shoes and step out of your clothes.”
She obeyed him while he pulled her T-shirt up and over her head, ridding her of her bra at the same time. She lifted her body just enough that he could slide the material out from under her before he pressed her down again. He liked her body bare, all that smooth skin for him to see and feel. She didn’t seem to like light touches. She winced when he touched her that way, so he always used a firm, hard grip. Possessive strokes.
“The next time I tie you.” He used the top of his boot to nudge her legs wide. Then wider still. “I’m going to leave rope marks on your skin so I can see them for a day or two.” He opened his jeans and released his burning cock. He bent forward so she could feel the friction of his clothing rubbing along her body just before his teeth nipped her earlobe. His fingers slid into her entrance to find her slick with heat. “I see you like the idea.”
“Yes.” She whispered her response.
He didn’t wait. There was no waiting. He gripped her hips and slammed into her, watching in awe as her body swallowed his cock. She looked so small, stretching to accommodate his size. He felt her sheath, that scorching hot tunnel fighting his invasion, but giving way as he drove through those tight muscles gripping him, the friction unreal. He wanted to roar with ecstasy. She surrounded him like a fiery, silken fist as he surged into her again and again, using his strength, burying himself in that perfect haven he never wanted to leave.
He might want to stay there forever, but he had a job and he needed to ensure he set everything in place for all of his cousins to be safe. He moved faster and deeper in her, watching her body slide into her desk, each jolt causing her breasts to skid and bounce over the glass overlay, adding to the visual appeal as he fucked her hard.
Flambé’s bright hair went wild, the silken mass spilling everywhere. Her naked body, nearly buried beneath his fully clothed, much larger one, was a sight, her curves all feminine. Her breath went ragged, labored, hips pushing back into his, desperate for him, as her body coiled tighter and tighter. White-hot lightning lashed at him, struck hard, surrounded and clamped down, strangling his cock. A wicked, silken fist squeezed while a thousand scorching-hot tongues stroked and licked along his shaft and over his crown. Twin out-of-control firestorms settled in his balls, raged there and sent a volcano erupting in hot jetting pulses, coating the walls of her sheath with his semen over and over. Thunder roared while her body rippled powerfully around his.
He lay over the top of her, finding his breath while aftershocks triggered Flambé’s body to clamp down over and over around his cock. He savored the feeling, just holding her, wishing for more time with her. When things settled down, he wanted to turn his cousin’s security over to Gorya for a couple of weeks and just spend time with Flambé at their home. Just the two of them. Or take her off where no one would interrupt them.
Reluctantly, he straightened and gently helped her to stand as well, turning her to face him. “Clean me up, baby,” he ordered. “I’m short on time or I’d spend a little time with you.”
“Because you spend so much time with me when we’re here,” she said, flicking him a quick glance from under her long red-gold-tipped lashes.
He put his hand on her shoulder. “I visit you at least four times a day before we head home.” He put pressure on her until she knelt down. She was gorgeous naked. He loved to look at her body. He couldn’t help running his hands from her shoulders over the curves of her breasts to her nipples.
“I don’t actually see you those four times, Sevastyan,” Flambé pointed out. “You strip me, pick me up, put me on the desk, devour me and leave. Or have me strip, and you bend me over the desk and fuck my brains out, or take me against the wall or on the floor, but then you leave immediately.”
He refrained from smiling. She didn’t have the least bit of complaint in her voice, although if one took her words, they might think she was complaining. Once, when he called her into his office, which was three times larger than hers, to ask her to go over her schedule with him, he’d gotten a phone call. She had crawled under his desk, unzipped his jeans and sucked him dry. His little Flambé loved sex. He had considered keeping her under that desk with a variety of different ties. He didn’t want anyone to come in and find her that way. Their rope work was between them, an intimacy created between the two of them.