Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
She’s fucking magnificent, head held high, cheeks flushed, tits pushed forward as she gasps for breath while she speed walks out, only to be followed by fucking Curtis.
“Wait,” he calls after her as she runs to the car in full panic, fumbling to open the door.
“Dude.” He stands next to her. “Just wanted to give you this.” He hands her a stupid clear visor with Surf’s Up on it.
“Oh my God.” She laughs, or maybe it’s a sob. “Thank you. I’ll treasure it.” Flinging open the door, she literally jumps in.
“Go,” she screams even though she has a huge smile plastered on her face. And I can’t help but laugh. I don’t think I could have dreamed it better.
As I speed out of the parking lot, she grabs my shirt and yells, “Are you insane? Oh my God, I thought I was going to jail. I thought—”
“You did it, baby. Show me,” I demand, looking at the road as I speed, zigzagging around cars. I need to pull over.
“Holy shit, I’m shaking…” She holds out her hands, then squeals as she jerks off her shirt.
I smile as I look at her full tits in the black, fruit-covered bikini. “Naughty girl,” I growl, turning right into the parking lot of an insurance company. It’s the weekend, so it better be deserted. I slam the car into park.
“Pants,” I grunt, already unbuttoning my own while she watches me release my cock.
“God, your dick is huge.” She stares at it and lifts her hips, kicking her pants off as I look around.
Besides a single car at the entrance of the office, we appear to be alone, but at this point, it wouldn’t matter. I push my seat back as far as it can go and reach for her.
“You’re gonna fuck me, baby. Show your dean how good it can feel to be bad.”
As she straddles me, I grab my cock, and she holds on to my leather seat.
“I hope I can take him.” She slams her slick, wet core hard on my cock, and my eyes roll back in my head. I don’t have to direct her. She’s gone, her own needs taking over.
“That’s it, fuck me. You like being a bad girl, don’t you? Tell me how it felt?” I breathe through my nose. I’m not gonna last long if she keeps impaling herself this hard on me.
“Tell me,” I command.
“I loved it…” she whimpers. “My pussy got wet and achy…”
“Yeah? Did you want to touch yourself?”
“I wanted you, only you…” she groans out.
Jesus Christ, she’s gonna be the death of me. I grab her hips, forcing her to rub her slick core on me.
“Such a good girl. Look at your pussy taking my cock,” I grunt.
She looks down, both of us groaning as her slick pink folds slide up and down on my angry glistening cock.
“Brett…” she whimpers. “Dean Powers, I need to come.”
“Give me those fucking lips.” She lowers her head, her lips inches from mine as our breaths mingle.
“Tell me thank you.” My hands hold on to her ass, controlling the rhythm. Scooping up our arousal that’s dripping down my balls, I slowly insert my middle finger into her rosette hole.
“Oh fuck… Oh God. I’m going to come,” she moans almost frantically. “Thank you…” She leans her forehead on mine, and I smile.
“That’s it, baby.” Stealing her breath, I say into her parted lips, “You like my cock in your tight pussy and my finger fucking your ass, don’t you?”
Her eyes stay on mine while her nails dig into my chest, and she’s clearly ready to come undone.
“I… do. I’m gonna come.” She nods and whispers almost pleadingly.
“Yes, you are,” I praise her, and that’s all it takes. Her breath stutters, her cunt and ass clench tightly, grabbing on to my cock and finger so hard I can’t hold myself back any longer.
“Jesus Christ.” My other hand slaps her ass. Leaning forward, I capture her lips while my cock jerks so hard I see spots as I unload my hot, pulsing seed deep inside her.
“Holy shit.” Alex collapses on me.
Slowly, I remove my finger so I can hold her, kiss her face… the fuck is that noise?
I look over her shoulder, trying to focus on my console screen, which says Richard Murphy.
“Shit.” Alex lifts her head as if she, too, is confused about what a phone sounds like.
“Babe, I need to take this.”
“What—?”
I push a button on my steering wheel. “Richard? Everything okay?” My hand strokes Alex’s hair, her eyes wide and her body frozen as my cock jerks inside her, making those gorgeous eyes grow bigger.
“Sorry to bother you on a Saturday, Brett. I just got off the phone with Finley and they need you. I’ve already booked you on the next flight to London.”
My hand freezes as Alex leans back, and I can’t help but groan.