Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 43551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
I can feel it glowing, growing. He reaches around my hips to rub my clit and I’m losing it, losing myself to the wild way he fucks me.
His hands are all over my body, my breasts, lips, hips, ass. It’s like he can’t get enough of me, needs to feel every inch of my skin. I look over my shoulder, and he pulls my hair, spanks me, dominates me. I know I’m entirely at his mercy and I absolutely love it. He spends all his time making me feel good and that’s what I need.
I roll my hips fast, bucking back against him. He rubs my clit in circles and I’m moaning, begging him to keep going. “Don’t stop, Daddy. Don’t stop.”
“Come for me, princess. Come on your new Daddy’s fat cock.”
“Oh, god. Oh, shit.” I roll my hips faster, faster. I can feel it, deep inside of me, ready and waiting. I relax and he spanks me, and I can feel it roll through.
I come hard, his cock buried inside of me. He grunts and growls and fucks me mercilessly, pushing harder, thrusting deep. I can feel him fucking me but it’s all pleasure, all incredible pleasure as I moan and gasp and tremble. I can’t do anything else but tremble as I come hard.
I feel him come too. I feel him stiffen and fill me as he thrusts, growling in my ear, controlling and possessive. I want him to possess me, to use me, to fill me up and fuck me. I need every inch of him, every ounce of him.
“Oh, shit,” I gasp as we both finish. I realize I’m sweating, and I have no clue how long he’s been inside of me. Hours, days, years. I don’t even care.
He grumbles and holds me tight. I turn and hug him back, head against his muscular chest.
“I’m proud of you,” he whispers. “I really am.”
I smile and kiss his skin, holding him tight.
This is not how I pictured this day would go. I figured I’d get abused in that meeting, called some horrible names, that sort of thing. I figured I was in for something awful.
Instead, it went fine. It wasn’t easy, but I didn’t get murdered. The sky didn’t fall.
And I think it’s because of him. Haylee having a change of heart helped, but I was prepared for the worst, so I could handle anything at all.
That’s all thanks to him.
14
Avery
It’s weird but working hard with Haylee is some of the most rewarding work I’ve ever done.
As the weeks progress, I actually start to like her. I mean, I don’t think we’re friends or anything, but she doesn’t despise me like she did that first meeting. We even end up chatting a little bit like normal people most days.
Those first sessions, all she wanted to do was work. We never made small talk. Now, though…
“How are things going?” Haylee asks me two weeks after our second meeting. She’s been coming in every other day since then to try and get this finished.
“Fine,” I say, not looking up from the pages. “Just making a few more marks here then we’re ready to go.”
She laughs softly. “No, I mean with him.”
I look at up at her, frowning. “What?”
There’s a coy, little smile on her lips. “Don’t pretend like it’s not happening.”
I feel my blood run cold.
My relationship with Julian is moving along, slowly but surely. We’ve both been busy, so we haven’t spent as much time together as we’d like, but I’ve slept over his apartment a few times, and the sex is still…
Well, it’s basically any spare second we have together.
But we’re careful. We haven’t been caught. We don’t kiss in the office when others are around. He doesn’t treat me like anything more than his assistant.
So how could she know?
“I have no clue what you mean.”
She sighs. “Come on. Relax. Nobody else in this office knows, or at least I don’t think they do.”
I shift uncomfortably in my seat. “Maybe we should just get back to work.”
She laughs again. “Come on. Julian’s hot. I’m not judging, even if he is twice your age.”
I glare at her. “Age doesn’t matter.”
Her grin gets bigger. “I knew it.”
I groan and realize the trap. She baited me into that, and I fell for it so easily. I feel like a moron.
I shake my head. “We can’t talk about this.”
“I don’t work for this company. I mean, not really. So, I really don’t care.”
“Seriously. It… it could ruin him.”
“Avery, it’s okay. Honestly. I don’t care.”
I bite my lip. “Okay,” I say, taking a breath.
“So… how is it? I mean, rich and powerful and hot. I bet you can’t get enough of him.”
I smile a little bit. “It’s complicated, honestly,” I say. “I mean, we have to hide it all the time, and I don’t know what we are, but…”