Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
I did as commanded and rode his leg harder, digging my nails into his shirt, fighting to keep my eyes open as my cum seeped through my pants and onto his. I barely held back my whimpers as waves of pleasure consumed me.
When the ringing stopped, I slowly pried my hands open but left them softly on his shoulders. His grip had loosened and now cradled my face in his palm, supporting my body with a hand on my hip and his leg still between mine.
I licked my lips about to demand he leave with me now so we could continue this when, from down the hall, Daniel’s laughing voice reached us. “Kent, you get lost?”
Kent stepped back like I’d electrocuted him, and I almost collapsed to the floor. I watched his eyes go blank as if a bucket of cold water was dumped over him. He swallowed hard and adjusted his stiff length tenting his pants before stepping out into the hall, stopping Daniel from walking in.
“Just lost track of time talking shop with Olivia,” he responded easily, his tone light and unaffected.
I didn’t hear Daniel’s response as they moved down to my dad’s office. I pressed my fingers to my lips like I could hold the flavor and feel of him in longer. My mind raced about what it all could mean. Wondered if it was a moment of weakness we gave in to or if it was a tide turning for us, and more repeats were on the menu.
It was reckless, and against all, we said we wouldn’t do, but as I rubbed my thighs together to feel the throbbing pleasure still lingering, I hoped for a repeat.
While I didn’t chase men, for another chance with Alexander Kent, I may speed walk to get him.
8 Kent
“We still need to put the finishing touches on the rooms on floor seven, ten, and twelve,” I said to Vivian. It was Monday, and we were making a list of things that still needed to be completed.
“You should take Olivia around. She’s got a great eye for things like that and has been helpful with the small additions to the lobby.”
My immediate reaction was, no, I didn’t need to be alone with Olivia ever again. Then, I thought about it and decided to take the opportunity to talk to her and clear the air about last Friday night.
Just thinking about it had blood rushing to my cock. It also had me wanting to slam my head on the desk, hoping to knock some sense into myself. I’d never been good at denying myself. If I wanted something, I usually took it. I liked to live my life enjoying the pleasures the world had to offer, and Olivia was a hell of a pleasure the world kept offering me.
My inability to say no to what I wanted had gotten me into trouble before, but nothing compares to how bad it would’ve been if her family had walked in on me kissing a twenty-year-old girl, who was riding my leg to orgasm. My eyes slid closed, and I bit my lip to hold back my moan. Thankfully, Vivian had turned to work on her computer, missing the sight of me remembering the sweet torture of feeling Olivia’s heat seep through my pants, but still not touch her.
I loved watching her move at my command. I loved the way she couldn’t look away as my fingers held her where I wanted her. I had control of her body, and I didn’t even need to coax her into it. The irony wasn’t lost on me that I loved the control I had on others. Like if I controlled them more, then I could be a little more reckless with myself.
“Here she is now.” Vivian’s voice broke through my daydream, and I pressed up against the desk to hide the way my cock hardened to the point of pain. Watching Olivia stroll in with a sly smirk on her full lips didn’t help my case.
I looked at the computer, anything to pull my attention away from her. Taking a drink of my coffee, I focused my attention on the way the hot liquid singed down my throat rather than the young blonde now standing directly across from me.
“Good morning, Mr. Kent. Good morning, Vivian.”
I didn’t look up as I nodded in response, instead, looking at an ordering receipt like it held the answers to what to do next. Thankfully, Vivian saved me from having to form sentences while the blood slowly returned back to my brain.
“Good morning, Olivia. If you want to set your stuff down, Kent could use your help in the rooms.”
“Oh, he does?” Her playful tone had my head jerking up to give her a disapproving glare. She just bit her lip to hold back the laugh shaking her shoulders.