Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
“You know what? No. I’m not going to listen. You can get fucked, A.”
I knew the second the words landed that they were the wrong ones to say, because the edges of his lips twitched.
“Think I already did,” he said, his gaze roaming over me, likely remembering exactly what I looked like without my clothes. On my knees. On the table. Clinging to him.
“Get the fuck out of my office, A,” I said, not having any smart ass retort. I guess, when I was feeling raw and vulnerable, all that sarcastic shit that would usually come naturally just… went away.
Driving my lack of interest home, I turned away from him, walking toward the coffee machine.
I didn’t anticipate the fact that the man moved like a freaking cat.
Fast.
And silent.
His hands grabbed me, turning me, and shoving me into the first door in the hallway.
The one that led to the bathroom.
Before the gasp could even fully escape me, his lips were on mine, stifling my objection.
Because, surely, I was going to object.
To my credit, I remained tense and unreactive.
Sure, it was only for about five seconds.
But it counted, damnit.
There was no fighting it, though.
The desire came back hard and fast. I was drowning in it before I even realized I’d been driven off that cliff.
Reaching behind me, Andres turned the knob, and I was falling backward as the door moved away from me.
My arms shot out, going around him, holding on. But only to steady myself.
A stepped forward, moving me in the room, then kicking closed the door, and slamming me into it once again as his hand went down, slipping between my thighs, teasing over my clit through my pants.
There was no stopping the moan that moved through me at the touch, at the need for more.
Sensing it, A’s hand slipped up, undoing my button and zip, and moving into my panties, stroking up my cleft, and finding my clit once again.
“So wet for me already,” he murmured against my lips.
I needed to unwrap my arms from around his neck. I needed to press my hands into his chest, to push him away.
This couldn’t happen again.
Only, it was.
It was happening.
And I couldn’t summon even the slightest bit of fight, of resistance.
I just melted into the sensations as his thumb drove me upward. Then as his fingers slipped down, thrusting inside of me, stroking, making me acutely aware of how badly I wanted him inside of me.
On that thought, my own hands got greedy, going down to work his button and zipper free, then reaching inside to free his cock.
He was already hard, straining, as desperate as I felt.
“Turn around,” he growled as his lips ripped from mine, and his hands pulled out of my pants.
When I couldn’t unstick my feet from the floor fast enough for him, his hands sank into my hips, grabbing, and forcing me around, pushing me up against the sink.
My gaze lifted, seeing his reflection in the mirror, eyes heated, gaze on mine as his hands went to the waistband of my pants and panties, then yanking them down hard.
The cool office air hit my heated skin, and I had to press my thighs together to ease the ache inside.
A’s hand moved out, grabbing my ass, giving it a squeeze, only making that need increase.
Then he was moving, freeing his cock, slipping on the condom, then moving in behind me.
One hand moved out, grabbing my shoulder, as the other helped his cock stroke up my cleft, tapping against my clit.
Then he was inside of me.
Slamming hard and deep, making an almost pained moan escape me.
His hand slapped down hard on my ass, the sound echoing off the tiled walls.
And that little shock of pain had my ass slamming back into him, my hips working in a circle, trying to get relief from the clawing need inside me.
His gaze held mine in the mirror for a long beat.
Then he was fucking me.
Hard.
Deep.
Getting faster by the moment as we both hurtled toward oblivion.
“Fuck yeah, mama,” he hissed. “Squeeze my cock,” he said as his hand left my hip, going around my neck, fingers pressing in, making my head feel light and buzzy as he continued to fuck me, right up and through the orgasm that slammed through me violently, intensified by his hand on my throat, making me cry out as the waves crashed and crashed.
I expected him to come with me.
But he was still rock-hard inside of me when my orgasm finally subsided.
Reaching down, he grabbed my knee, yanking it up, placing it on the cabinet next to the sink, then pressing a hand to the center of my back, shoving me down.
Then he was moving inside of me again, slow but deep at first, giving my body a chance to recover and then start to build once again.