Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
I get it. Doesn’t mean I like it. Or him. Or her for that matter—Nora.
“Hey.” I blink and find Brooks standing just off to my right, his messenger bag slung across his chest. He holds up his fingers as air quotes. “I know you had, ahem, some ‘run-ins’ with some ‘people’ today. Wanna talk about it?”
“Nope.”
“You sure?”
“Yep.”
“You’re being weird.”
“You’re always weird.”
“I am weird. We all are when you get down to it. But today you were . . . not yourself.”
I hammer something into my keyboard. “Listen, Brooks, I appreciate the heart-to-heart, but it’s my first day. I’m just trying to learn the ropes.”
“I get it.” Brooks nods. “I just want to make sure you don’t hang yourself with those ropes, all right? I know they called you the Bull or whatever at Felix, but things are different down here. You don’t need to be that guy to get shit done.”
That’s just it though. I have to get shit done, and I’m not willing to risk my future or my family’s by changing things up or taking my foot off the gas pedal.
I know what I’m doing, and I’m not going to let Princess Winifred Sanderson throw me off my game no matter how pretty or smart or funny she may be.
She’s the worst, I remind myself.
If only my body agreed.
My dick wakes me up in the middle of the night.
Correction: the bizarre, and bizarrely hot, dream I have wakes me up. Nora’s in it, except she really is a hobbit. I’m a hobbit too, and we’re in the bedroom of my cozy little hobbit home. She’s standing by the fire naked, save for the witch hat she’s wearing (what?).
I can’t stop staring at her tits. They’re gorgeous, fuller on the bottom, with these perfect, puffy pink nipples just begging to be sucked.
I lean down to take one in my mouth, pressing the flat of my tongue against her tight bud. She moans and I nick it with my teeth, sucking harder. I pull back just in time for her to grab a fistful of my hair and pull it. Hard.
I growl, but it turns me on more than it hurts. “What the fuck was that?” I ask.
Her liquid eyes flash darkly. “You know what that was.”
My dick throbs. I take it in my hand and give it a lazy tug, smiling when her tongue breaches the seam of her lips. “Thirsty for me, are you?”
“Yes. But thirstier for something else too.”
“Tell me more.”
“Do I need to?” She skates her hand down my chest and stomach. “You know what I want, Morgan. Give it to me already.”
I’m hit by hunger so severe it infuriates me. Why did I let this go on so long? Why didn’t I have the balls to say what needed to be said?
I’ll say it now.
I reach between her thighs, pushing them wider with my knee, and watch with a smile as her mouth falls open when I slide two fingers between the lips of her pussy. She opens easily for me, hot and swollen and soft, and I don’t need to ask where she needs me. I explore her first, tease her by getting closer and closer to her clit. When she rolls her hips with a little moan of frustration, I bow my head and bite her nipple.
“Stop,” I say, voice like gravel, and immediately her hips go still. “Mess with me all you want at work. But here? Don’t you fucking dare.” I slip my middle finger inside her just in time to feel her clench around me. I scoff. “Oh, sweetheart, that’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”
I roll the pad of my thumb over her clit and her knee buckles. Catching her with an arm around her waist, I grin and make her come with a shout, slipping my finger back inside her to see how long I can make her go. She bites my shoulder; I shove her down onto her knees. She looks up at me with hazy eyes, and I imagine how swollen her lips will be after she sucks my cock.
Reading my thoughts, she puts her hands on my thighs. “Show me,” she says.
“Open your mouth.”
That’s all the instruction she needs. She immediately does as I tell her, tongue resting on the ledge of her bottom lip, and I guide myself into her warmth easily, my eyes rolling to the back of my head when she gives my crown a quick, soft suck.
“You,” she breathes, swirling her tongue around the head of my dick. “This. Yes.”
She wants me to take her. Be rough with her.
I can play just as rough as you do.
So I gather her hair in my fist and hold her head steady as I sink into her mouth. I’m gentle but I’m not slow, and I keep pushing even when she gags—maybe because I know she’ll take it as a challenge to swallow me even deeper.