Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
She spread her legs and gripped my belt loops, yanking me between her parted thighs. “Stop teasing me,” she pleaded.
I brushed her lips with mine; our eyes connected. “I think you deserve a little teasing, Reina,” I rasped.
She shook her head and pressed her core against my cock. My eyes fell closed, and I groaned at the feel. She was going to snap the little bit of restraint I’d managed to regain.
“Please,” she begged me.
God, this woman would be my fucking ruin.
I reached between us and unsnapped her shorts, yanking them down her legs. They landed somewhere on the floor; I didn’t care to see where. Smirking down into her impatient face, I cupped her warm pussy over her swimsuit and applied the slightest bit of pressure to her clit with the heel of my hand. A loud whimper fell from her lips.
“Sam, please,” she begged.
I shook my head at her and removed my hand. She whined, her lips falling into a pout. I reached up and rubbed the pad of my thumb over her plump bottom lip. “I want in this mouth.” Her eyes glazed over, her pupils now officially fucking blown. “Been all I can fucking think about since I watched you wrap them around that fucking beer bottle.”
Her voice trembled with need. “You want me on my knees?”
I shook my head and then spun her around. Getting the memo, she laid back on the desk, her head hanging off the side. Her face was right at the zipper of my jeans. I groaned at the pretty image she made. Her hair spilled down, the tips just grazing the floor.
“Unzip me,” I roughly ordered. Precum was leaking from the tip of my cock. I needed in her pretty mouth bad.
She fumbled for a moment, trying to get used to undoing my belt and my jeans from the angle she was at, but she finally got it and pulled my dick out of my jeans. She moaned as she ran the tips of her fingers over the velvety softness of my skin.
Then, just like the good girl she could be for me, she parted her lips and pulled me closer, sucking me into the back of her throat.
My control snapped.
I wrapped my hands around her throat, being careful not to cut off her airflow. She moaned around my cock. I groaned as it vibrated all the way down to my balls. And then, I thrust in and out of her mouth, going deep down her throat. She didn’t gag once, and I could feel her breathing through her nose, her breaths tickling my balls.
I’d trained her well over the years.
She took it so good, so fucking well. She moaned, encouraging me. And when I spilled down her pretty, slender throat, she drank it all like a greedy little slut, not letting a single drop spill from those lovely lips.
I pulled out of her mouth and grabbed her under her arms, pulling her off the desk. Once her feet were firmly on the floor, I spun her around to face me and covered her lips with mine, our tongues tangling together. She moaned and tugged me closer by my cut, pressing her damp body close to mine.
“Please,” she begged me, her lips rubbing mine. “Please, Sam.”
I yanked her straps down her shoulders, and her tits spilled free. I finished pulling it down until it fell by itself, pooling at her feet. After I set her bare ass on the desk again, I dropped my head to one of her tight, pert nipples and sucked the bud into my mouth, biting down on it before I laved my tongue over it, soothing the sting.
“More,” she breathlessly pled.
I did it again and then switched to the other nipple, doing the same thing to that one. I moved to shrug my cut off, but her sudden touch stopped me. I looked up at her. Her chest was heaving, her tits jiggling with each panted breath.
“I want you to stay clothed.”
I groaned. I fucking loved it when she wanted me to take her like this. It was her showing me vulnerability and putting her trust in my hands. And I would always handle that trust with extra care because I knew how fragile it was.
“You’re sure, baby girl?”
She nodded and leaned up, her tits rubbing my clothed chest, her nipples hardened into tiny pebbles. “Fuck me, Sam.”
She sure as fuck didn’t have to tell me twice.
13
Sam
It was quiet. Peaceful. Might have even enjoyed the scenery if the fucking enemy wasn’t waiting behind those fucking closed doors.
I pulled my ski mask over my face and looked over at River. “We ready to do this shit or what?” I demanded.
Earlier today, he’d called church, dragging me out of bed again. And he’d laid out a plan to take out the mother charter’s warehouse just as they’d done ours.