Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 96513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Then Katherine Van Pelt slid off of my lap and dropped to her knees before me. It was a fucking beautiful sight. Her following my orders. Her patiently kneeling before me. No fire in her eyes, just… curiosity. Oh, yes, I fucking liked this.
I stood from the chair so that I was towering over her. She looked up at me with her big brown eyes and fucking licked her lips. Goddamn, she would be the death of me.
Without prompting, she unbuttoned my shorts, sliding them down my legs. Then she took my boxers and pulled them over my cock. It jutted toward her, hard and ready.
With my clothing discarded, I took a seat back in the chair and gestured her forward. There was that fire. There and gone in a split second. If I hadn’t been watching for it, I never would have seen her anger boil to the surface by one simple gesture. But I was in charge here. Whether she admitted it or not, she wanted that.
She ran her red-lacquered nails along my thighs before taking my cock in one hand. My head dipped back at the pressure, but I still held the phone to my ear, barely listening to a word he was saying. Not while Katherine stroked my cock, lingering at the tip before going back down to my balls.
She drew in closer until her breasts were pinned between my knees. Her gaze came up to mine just once. Not asking permission, but seeing whether or not I’d have to tell her what to do.
I arched an eyebrow that said, Suck it.
And she did.
Katherine lowered her mouth onto my cock. Her tongue flicked out, laving across the tip. Then she sank down, getting nearly the entire length of my cock in her mouth. She hesitated for a breath and then seemed to put her gag reflex aside before pushing further until she had all of me in her mouth.
My hand laced into her hair and held her head there for a second longer. Taking me all in was impressive, and fuck, she felt incredible.
The guy on the line was asking my opinion of something. I unmuted the conversation as my wife began to move up the length of my cock and then back down.
I watched her suck me off as I answered, “Sure. That sounds good.”
The man said something else that I had to concentrate to hear as Katherine swirled her tongue around my dick.
“Yes, run me through the numbers one more time.”
Fuck, her mouth. Her fucking mouth.
I put him on mute again and leaned back in the chair. I wanted more. I wanted harder. I wanted faster. She was taking her time. Getting me riled up. Jesus Christ, I was going to have to fuck her face.
“Katherine,” I said, running a hand down her spine. “That feels so fucking good.”
She hummed in approval.
“Going to fuck you now. Stop me if it’s too much.”
Her grip tightened on my thigh as my hand slid back into her hair. I held it like a rope, tight enough to hurt, and she stilled completely. Then I thrust up into her mouth. I was using her mouth as my fuck toy in the dirtiest possible way. She had no way to escape, but she didn’t protest or try to stop me. She just held on as I drove deep into the back of her throat, imagining sinking into her pussy.
I was getting close. Really fucking close. Her mouth was so hot and so wet. I wasn’t going to be able to hang on. I gave no warning as I emptied myself into her mouth, holding her down around my cock. A grunt exploded from me as I finished.
She gagged once, but when I released her, she pulled back, looked me in the eyes, and swallowed. Tears glistened in her beautiful eyes, and I leaned forward to brush them away with my thumb.
“Good girl,” I breathed gently.
A smile cracked her features at the compliment, and a flush suffused her body.
I unmuted the conversation. “Hey, that all sounds good, Brad. Send over the final numbers for consideration. Thanks for the call.”
Then I hung up unceremoniously.
I discarded my phone on the desk and pulled her to her feet. I replaced my boxers, stepping out of the shorts entirely. I pressed a kiss to her lips. Her eyes drifted to my boxers, and a little pout settled on those perfect lips.
Something in me darkened. “Are you pouting?”
“I…” she began and then saw my expression. “No.”
“You don’t want me to wear these?” I asked. She could hear the note of disapproval in my voice.
“I…” She fell silent after that. As if she didn’t know what was the right answer.
“Tell me,” I commanded.
“I wanted you to fuck me.”
“And so, now, you’re pouting because I’m not?”
She bit her lip and then shook her head.