Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
“You’re not.”
“I’m not,” I agree as I nibble on her earlobe.
“Asshole.”
“Speaking of assholes,” I say, running my hands along her ass. “I would love to have my cock choked by your ass.”
“Alex! You’re impossible,” she breathes, but she rubs that sweet ass all over my groin.
“Am I? How about you?”
“Me?” she asks incredulously. “I’m not asking to pound your asshole.”
I grin against her ear. “No, but you’ve been driving me absolutely insane, parading around the arena in this dress that hugs every single inch of your body. The inches I think about tasting every single second of the day.” The dress is too fucking sinful for the workplace, a ribbed sweaterdress that covers her whole body, not a lick of skin showing, but I know what that skin looks like. What it tastes like. She even has boots on, hiding her ankles and feet from me. I want to punish her for driving me crazy, but I’d rather be deep inside her. She sighs as I trace the shell of her ear with my tongue. “I need you, Elliot.”
Her breath catches when she presses her ass into my hard cock. I groan against her ear as I pull the sleeve of her dress down over her shoulder before I bite her along the spot between her neck and shoulder, soothing the sting with my tongue once she hisses from behind her teeth. I gather her dress, pulling it up her body to rest at her waist. “I’m here,” she whispers, grinding that sweet ass into my cock. “Take me.”
I press my hand on her flat stomach, her body anchoring me as I push her panties to the side and dip my fingers into her wet folds. She groans into my neck as I find her nub, stroking her while I angle my face to meet her lips. Elliot kisses me eagerly, her mouth hot against mine. I nibble on her bottom lip, and she opens for me, giving me full access to her sweet mouth. She tastes like strawberries, and I chase that taste with my tongue, thoroughly licking and sampling her mouth. Her tongue plays with mine in a duel of dominance as I stroke her swollen clit with my thumb.
Elliot pants against my mouth, and I catch each one as I continue to work her. She grinds against my hand, her ass rubbing against my throbbing cock as I fight back the need to bury it deep inside her. I want her to come. I need her to fucking come. Her pants, her gasps, and her moans make me wild. Against her ear, I kiss her before I whisper, “I dream of this pussy, mami. I wake up smiling because I dream of touching, sucking, and pounding this sweet cunt of yours.”
“Don’t stop,” she moans, her breath hot against my neck.
“Never.”
“Please.”
“Come for me. Come all over my fingers, and then I want you to come on my cock.”
“Yes,” she cries, her face turning into my neck. “Please.”
“All that pretty begging is unnecessary. I’m going to make you come—twice, maybe three times,” I say confidently. “Hold the door, mami.”
She cries out when I stop, but she does as I say, that delicious ass of hers perked out toward me. I step behind her and grab her by her chin as her back presses to my front. I turn her to guide her gaze to me so she can watch as I suck my fingers that have just been in her pretty pussy. I suck them and then remove them from my lips with a pop. She moans deeply, shaking her head.
“How do I taste?” she asks, her eyes wild and wanton.
“Like perfection,” I murmur, sliding my free hand along her ass.
Her eyes darken, her lips parted as she leans into my touch. “I need to come, Alex.”
“You will,” I chide, giving her a pointed look. “I just wanted to taste you first.”
“Then get on your knees.”
I chuckle against her jaw. “I don’t have much room for that, do I?” Her eyes are challenging, and now I want to make her come even more than I want to bury myself inside her. “Hold the door, Elliot.”
She does as I ask, and I find her clit with ease. She bucks against my hand, a soft moan leaving her lips as I trail my other hand along the back of her thigh, then over the inside of said thigh, before I slide two fingers into her slick entrance. She groans low and rough, leaving me biting my lip to keep from groaning myself. I slide my fingers in and out of her as I play with her clit, and I’m met with the deepest, most erotic groan that renders the sound of a puck hitting my glove inferior.
All I ever wanna hear is Elliot making that noise.