Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
I walk over to the chair behind the desk and take a seat, wrap my hands around her waist, and lift her up so she is now sitting in front of me.
“Put your feet on the arms of the chair,” I demand as I look into her eyes.
When she's in the position I want her in I look at her cunt spread open for me. She's so fucking ready for me, so primed for my cock. But tonight I'm not going to fuck her. There are things I need to discuss with Lola before I take that pretty cherry as my own.
I reach around and grab her ass, pulling her forward so her bottom is right on the edge of the desk. And then I start devouring her again. I lick and suck, working my way through every part of her pussy until her stomach is heaving up and down and she's begging me for more.
And just when I have gotten started, Lola starts rocking her hips back and forth. She has her arms behind her, bracing herself so she can find more pleasure. She grinds her pussy on my mouth, all over my beard, crying out as she gets closer to exploding. I sit there and let her do her thing, let her ride me until she's crying out and coming all over my mouth.
I lap at the juices that come from her. I use my thumbs to pull her pussy lips apart and lick at every single inch of her. I twirl my tongue around her clit until she's begging me to stop, pleading that she's too sensitive. Only then do I pull away, her cream all over my mouth and beard, her satisfaction filling me.
“You're mine.” The words come from me on their own, demanding, and set in stone. Her mouth is open and she's breathing hard, her chest rising and falling, her tits pressed up and out, her nipples rock hard.
“I'm yours.”
Yeah, she fucking is.
Chapter 9
Lola
“Look at me, Lola,” Ryker commands.
I’m standing awkwardly by the door—now fully dressed, my head down, and trying to process what just happened. It’s everything I’ve been dreaming about—maybe more, but now that it’s over I’m unsure about what comes next, how I’m supposed to act. I don’t know what Ryker expects of me. No, I know what he expects…all of it. All of me. Which leaves me standing here like a dummy, using all the courage I have just to raise my head and look Ryker in the eye.
The minute I do I see the ownership in his gaze. I see the satisfaction on his face. I also see signs of my arousal on his mustache and beard. I feel my face heat and I know I’m blushing. The harsh lines on Ryker’s face soften and he comes closer, hooks his hand around my neck, and pulls me into his body. He’s tall and made up of lean muscle, but he encircles me and I feel tiny and feminine next to him. I feel protected and safe. That’s it exactly. It’s a strange sensation, but I have to acknowledge it. Ryker makes me feel safe.
“You’re mine.” He repeats his earlier words and I can’t stop the small smile that spreads on my face, because he sounds kind of like a caveman.
“I know,” I acknowledge.
“Are you ashamed?” he asks, his voice all growly. His other hand comes up and he holds my head between them, as if he is preventing me from looking away. There’s an emotion on his face I can’t name, but it makes me feel like my answer has more weight than I can understand.
“No. Of course not,” I murmur. Nothing could make me ashamed of what we just did. I feel like I’ve wanted it my whole life. There’s still a part of me wondering if it’s really happened. Maybe I’ve dreamed it for so long, this is just another fantasy and I’ll wake up and none of it will have ever happened.
“Then why are you suddenly so shy, when minutes ago you were riding my face and begging for more?” His question makes me squirm a little from embarrassment, but more because I can feel a fresh wave of excitement roll through me, making me even wetter. My body instantly craves the relief I know only Ryker can give me. He’s a forbidden fruit and now that I’ve had one taste, I just want more.
“Slim,” I start, but then stop, unsure of how to explain it.
“Does he have a claim on you, Lola? Has he laid a hand on you?” Ryker growls, his hold growing stronger, losing its tenderness and becoming almost bruising with its force.
“No! I’ve never thought of any man like that except for you, Ryker. It’s just he… They all know what we did in here. It’s…embarrassing.”