Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
She moans as I enter her. Leaning backwards, she rests her weight on her palms as we begin to move. I pound into her, my cock moving through her slippery tunnel. She grips me like a glove, and I have to bite down on the inside of my cheek to stop myself from coming too soon.
I slow the pace, filling Amelia with long, slow strokes that make her throw her head back and gasp on each thrust as my cock glides over her g-spot. The tendons in her neck stand out, coated with a light glistening layer of sweat. I run my fingers over her stomach and up her breastbone finally reaching her neck and the bare skin there, watching the goosebumps chase each other up and down her body under my touch.
I feel her sweet pussy tightening around me, and I know she’s almost there. I reach down and lay my palm over the hood of her clit and grind it slowly in time with my thrusting. She moans, a sound so full of pleasure and longing that it sets my soul on fire and almost pushes me over the edge.
She calls out my name as a great, racking shudder goes through her body. Her orgasm fades and she gives me a passion soaked smile as she comes up off her hands, and wraps her arms around my shoulders. I move my hands around to her back, caressing her skin and moving them lower. I cup her ass and lift her. She wraps her legs around my waist as I thrust into her, moving across the office and pressing her up against the wall.
I thrust fast and hard now, unable to hold myself back any longer. Amelia moves with me, making ‘ahh’ sounds with each thrust. Her nails dig into my shoulders as pleasure fills her. I keep moving, feeling the heat in the base of my stomach and cock.
Amelia tightens her pussy around me, clenching and unclenching. The feeling of tightness as I slam into her sends me over the edge. Pleasure floods my body as my orgasm roars into me. I pull Amelia up off the wall and we cling to each other as I spurt into her with a low growl.
As my orgasm fades, she unwraps her legs from around me and I set her down on her feet, but we still keep holding each other. Amelia leans against my chest panting for air. I breathe in the scent of her hair and kiss the top of her head. We stay like that for a few minutes, not talking, just breathing in the scent of each other. When we break away, she pulls her dress back down, retrieves her panties and pulls them on while I pull up my boxer shorts and jeans, zipping the fly and fastening the button.
“So now are you ready to dance?” Amelia asks me with a grin as she pulls her fingers through her hair, trying to tame it slightly.
“Do I have a choice?” I ask her with a soft laugh.
“Not really,” she grins.
She moves to the door, pulls it open, then turns back to me with a slight frown.
“Do you know that door wasn’t even locked?”
“No one ever comes in here but me,” I reply with a shrug.
“You owe me two dances for that,” she says with a laugh. “Because you can almost guarantee the night you don’t want anyone to come in is the one time they do.”
I follow her back along the hallway to the club’s VIP lounge.
“How does that equate to two dances?”
“I’m not sure. It just does.”
“Right. “Well as long as there’s a good and logical reason for it,” I say.
We step back into the VIP area. It’s a lot busier now and the dance floor is pretty busy. Amelia takes my hand and leads me towards it and finds us an empty spot. She grins at me and purses her mouth up in that way I like and then she beckons to me. I lean in and she whispers in my ear.
“Dancing will put me right in the mood to do that again when we get home,” she purrs as she sucks my earlobe into her mouth.
I groan already feeling my cock stirring again.
She moves back and winks at me. “How’s that for a good reason to dance with me?”
I think the fact I start dancing pretty damned enthusiastically with her is all of the answer she needs to that question.
27
AMELIA
I hum to myself as I stand in front of the wardrobe looking at my clothes hanging in Viktor’s bedroom. It gives me a little thrill each time I open the closet or one of the drawers in the chest of drawers and see my things in Viktor’s bedroom. I think I’ve pretty much moved in with Viktor now. More of my stuff is here in his main house on the estate than back in my little apartment. He hasn’t officially asked me to move in with him; it just kind of happened.