Mr. Spencer Read online T.L. Swan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 156029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
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I pull his face to meet mine. “I don’t want you to hide your emotions from me.”

His eyes darken and he puts his hands under the hem of my skirt, lifting it up over my hips. “You want to know what emotion I’m feeling right now?” He sits me up on the counter and slips my high heels off.

I nod, although I have a pretty good idea already.

He kisses me, all suction, all domination, and he lies me back over the counter. With his eyes locked on mine, he pulls my panties to the side and slides two thick fingers deep inside my sex.

“Oh.” My eyes close involuntarily.

He pumps me hard and then lifts my legs up so that my feet are resting up on his chest in front of me. He begins to work me, deep and aggressive, his eyes dark and holding mine.

“You want to know what I’m feeling right now?” he whispers as his hand begins to really work me. My body begins to move on the counter from the force of his hand.

“I’m feeling like I can’t let you go to work looking like that without feeding that beautiful cunt of yours.”

My stomach flips.

God, he’s filthy. “She’s a very hungry girl,” I whisper. “Starving.”

He curls his lip in arousal, and his fingers work me so hard that I wince from the sting.

He unzips his fly, drops his pants and briefs, pulls my panties to the side, and then he lifts my legs over his shoulders and slides in deep.

The sheer size of him takes possession of my body, and I lose all coherent thought. His eyes flicker with a dark arousal.

“Fuck, yeah,” he hisses.

He pulls completely out, and then he uses his hand to bounce his hard cock onto my pubic bone a few times before he slides back in and repeats the delicious movement.

My body ripples around him. The man is a god.

He adds a deep circular movement that makes my eyes roll back in my head.

He pulls completely out again and bounces his cock back onto my pubic bone. When he slides it deep inside me again, my insides melt. What must we look like? Him dressed in a suit and ready for work, me laid out for his pleasure.

That’s what this is: his pleasure, and I’m just the lucky woman who gets to give it to him.

Spencer Jones takes what he needs. He doesn’t care about the rules. When he wants it, he takes it.

This is the best breakfast date ever.

Within moments, he has me arching my back as he fucks me with his thick, weeping cock. I lurch forward, coming hard. I’m going to have bruises from this kitchen counter tomorrow on my spine but I don’t care. Every second of pain is worth it.

He tips his head back, groans, and comes deep inside of me. He closes his eyes as he slowly empties himself, and then he stops and pants, looking down at me the whole time.

He smiles as he licks my ankle and then kisses it tenderly before he slowly pulls out. His eyes drop to my sex and he smirks. He puts his fingers back into my sex and then takes them out, rubbing his fingers across my bottom lip.

He licks his lips and smiles darkly.

“What?” I smirk.

“You look really good all freshly fucked with your legs open like that.” He pushes my hair back from my forehead. “Especially with my come on your lips.”

“You are a filthy bastard, Spencer Jones.”

He chuckles and zips up his pants in one quick movement. “I am, and now I’m a satisfied filthy bastard.”

I wrap my arms around him and we kiss. It’s unrushed and perfect.

“I booked us a weekend away while I stayed up last night,” he says as he looks down at me.

“You did?’

“We’re going to Greece for the weekend, so you’ll have to take Monday off.”

My face falls. “Greece?”

“Uh-huh.” He leaves me and picks up his phone and briefcase.

“But I can’t take Monday off.” I frown, rising up to rest on my elbows.

“You need to.” His eyes drop down my body like he’s hungry for it again.

“What?” I smirk.

“Just taking a photographic picture to remember you by. I’m going to jerk off today to the thought of how hot you are like this.”

“Spencer,” I gasp. “You’re going to jerk off at work?”

“I’ll be in my office bathroom, of course.” He gifts me with a very sexy wink. “You’re the main star of many a lunchtime fantasy.”

I laugh out loud and throw my forearm over my eyes. “You’re an animal,” I huff.

He kisses me softly. “Agreed.” He walks towards the door. “See you tonight, angel.”

I drop my head back and look up at the ceiling. A huge, goofy grin spreads into my cheeks. Holy hell…. I’m in love with a sex maniac.


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