Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
“King, you feel so good.” Son of a bitch, that’s her, all her. I stroke deeper, feeling her tighten around me with every move, and once I’m all the way to the hilt, it’s her who closes her eyes, breathing deeply, body trembling. My hand caresses her thigh that was on my cock at one point, moving up until I cup the underside of one tit, thumb abrading her nipple. She’s searing me from the inside out, like wicked flames that are after any dose of oxygen it can reach.
“Tessa,” I breathe out, sliding out of her heat. Neither of us really likes it, but I know I need to build this up, get her to the point where she’s coming so I can do the same thing. I don’t know where the hell to look when it comes to Tessa, the beauty of her face, the temptation of her tits that fill my hands so perfectly, nipples that seem to always be in a state of arousal, her soft skin, or where I’m tunneling in and out of her.
“I’m close, King, so close.” Her pussy clutches my cock, and I work my hips faster, wanting her to come hard, for her to take me with her.
“Come for me, temptress. Fuck my cock with your pussy,” I demand. Sweat is pouring off my body. Both hands grip her hips now, using them for purchase as I give her what we both so desperately need and want.
“Kingston.” It’s guttural groan, telling me she’s falling apart. I feel it, too, as she comes around my cock. All of my senses trigger at the same time. I slam deep inside her, holding still as my cum coats the walls of her pussy.
“Shit, temptress,” are the only words I can get out. Every ounce of energy is drained from me, and judging by the way she is now lying completely flat on her back, the feeling is entirely mutual.
“Give me ten minutes, and we’ll do that again.” She pulses the muscles of her cunt around my cock. I’m sensitive as fuck, but the damn thing perks right up thinking about taking her again.
“You’re on.” I bend over her body, lips taking hers as she wraps her arms around my neck and hitches her legs higher on my hips, and I know I’ll be taking her again tonight, this time in my bed.
14
TESSA
Three Weeks Later
“Fuck,” I say to my empty and quiet office. The guilt is absolutely eating me up inside. I’ve been dodging Mae’s calls, making an excuse to text her instead of answering the phone or FaceTime videos we do weekly. I am a horrible friend. My best friend is a dog with a bone, and she will hear the tone of my voice, knowing it’s happy. And she’ll get the ‘you’ve gotten laid’ type of memo, too. It’s kind of hard not to when her father is quite literally rocking my world.
Mae: I’m about to hop on a plane and kick your ass. We haven’t talked in over two weeks. Texts do not count.
Me: I know. I’m so sorry, but our schedules are freaking insane. I promise I’ll be calling you this weekend, no if, ands, or buts about it. I love you, Mae.
I go to put my phone away, but Mae has already responded.
Mae: Love you back, and you fucking better. Don’t make me call my father and yell at him for overworking you.
Jesus, if she only fucking knew how true that statement is, except it’s not in the paralegal department but in the making my body sing, soul-consuming, pull-your-hair-out-while-you’re-coming department.
Me: I promise.
Mae quits texting, so now it’s time for me to finish my lunch break with an important discussion that includes talking to Kingston. Christmas is literally a week away, and Mae will be home. We’ve got to get our shit together and tell the people we love what exactly is going on. Thankfully, my parents are freaking amazing, not questioning why I’m barely home. I thought it could be because I gave them a check for rent last week, but that’s not the case since they haven’t deposited yet, and now I’m going to have to pull out cash to make sure they actually take it.
I push away from my desk and smooth my skirt down from where it’s hiked up while I was sitting, ready to go talk to Kingston, when my door is opened and there stands the man who is wreaking havoc on my heart. Love is such a weird and fickle thing. It sneaks up on you when you least expect it.
“Mae just called, ripping my ass a new one, and I didn’t think that would ever happen. She said you’ve been busy and avoiding her calls.” And also, men can be so dumb. I mean, Kingston is years older than me, yet he doesn’t understand why I’d be dodging the girl I’ve known since freshman year of high school and is acting like I’m the only one at fault.