Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
With shaky hands, she lifts her dress. I help her pull it over her head. I make a mental note to buy her more dresses just like this one. Hell, it may be all I allow her to wear. I had taken a shower and threw on some gray sweats afterward. I knew what I was going to do and didn’t want anything to slow me down. I pull her up slightly as I push the joggers down just enough for my hard, aching cock to spring out. I barely notice that Indy has already discarded her panties. I’m wondering how, but then decide I don’t give a damn, because my girl is straddling me, a knee on each side of my body. Her hand wraps around the base of my cock, and she’s guiding me into heaven.
“Oh, God, you feel so good, Breaker,” she practically growls. Fuck, it’s the biggest turn on in the world when she gets demanding for me like this.
I lean into her cupping her breast and bringing her nipple into my mouth. It’s pebbled, swollen and begging for attention. I’m definitely going to make sure it gets it. My teeth hold it captive, torturing it as my cock bottoms out inside her. I roll it around with my tongue, my fingers finding her other one and playing with it at the same time. Indy begins rocking against me, teasing us both with what’s to come. I lean back in the chair so I can see her. I want to memorize her just like this. “Ride me, honey. Let me watch you take your pleasure from me,” I growl.
She does exactly what I ask—rising on my cock until I’m almost losing her heat, then slamming back down. It doesn’t take her long to find a rhythm, and for a minute I just enjoy the show. I may not remember them, but I’m sure that my Indy is the embodiment of every wet dream I’ve ever had. When she adds this little half roll with her hips on the way down, her tits bounce with the force of the ride. I’m already close to losing it. I grab her hips and grind her into me with a loud grunt of pleasure. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoes in the room as the smell of sex surrounds us.
“Breaker,” she cries out.
“That’s it, honey. Take my cock. Take it all,” I encourage, my balls tightening.
I’m just about to pull her off me and bend her over the desk when the office door flies open so hard that it slams against the wall.
“Mattie! We’ve been grieving! We thought you had died. Our parents are devastated and meanwhile you’re in the damn one-horse town, just getting your dick wet and fucking some bitch, not even caring about us? Do you realize what we’ve all been going through since we found Diego? Do you even fucking care?” Some bitch roars. I look up at her, barely taking in her soft, red hair or the look of fury on her face. There’s a man behind her and all I can do is see red. No one sees my woman but me.
Indy scrambles, curling down behind the desk, trying to hide. She has no trouble getting off my dick, my erection disappearing as my anger rises. “Get the fuck out of here. I don’t know who the hell you are, bitch, but if you two don’t leave this office right now, the only way that’s going to happen is when you’re both in fucking body bags,” I growl.
Indy has managed somehow to get her dress on behind her desk. I see the panic and embarrassment on her face, and it only feeds my anger.
“Maybe we could all calm down here,” the man says, as I stand up.
“Christ, Breaker. Cover your dick up. I don’t want to see that shit,” the girl hisses.
“Then you shouldn’t have stormed into a place that doesn’t belong to you. Get the fuck out!”
“No!” the girl yells back.
“How about we all calm down here and move this conversation back to the house?”
“How about you shut up? You don’t have a place in this discussion. You’re just some random woman who spreads her legs for a man she barely knows. Did you think you could get him addicted to you? Were you after his money? Prettier women than you have tried that, lady—”
I don’t think. I barrel around the desk, wrap my hand around the girl’s throat, and push her up against the wall. “You don’t say shit to my woman. If you so much as look at her, I will end you,” I snarl.
The man with her lands a punch to my ribs. It’s strong enough that it shocks me so much I lose my hold on the girl. I turn to face him, ready to beat the shit out of both of them at this point. I don’t like even the thought of hitting a girl, but this bitch has pushed me to the limit. I’ll do whatever I need to do to get her and her poison away from Indy.