Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 70322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Every. Single. Time.
That's how you'll get addicted. You won't be able to stop. You'll forget everything else. If I told you to quit your job, drop out of school, move to another city—you'd do anything just for me.
I'm fucking serious.
But when I stop answering your texts, you'll start to call.
When I stop picking up your calls, you'll visit my work. Camp outside my condo. You'll spend the night in Central Park to catch me as I walk out of One57 in the morning.
What you won't understand is that I don't do relationships. I won't do just one woman and stay there.
The funny thing is that I'll have told you this at the beginning. That's right. I'm not a complete fucking douchebag. I'm not going to lie to you—promise you the world or anything like that.
In fact, I'll be the one to tell you that I don't do relationships. Hell, that I don't even do breakfast the next morning.
But you'll be so enamored with my fucking body that you won't care initially when I tell you. You'll give up anything and compromise anywhere just to get a chance to run your lips on my fine body.
It's only afterward that you'll realize that to have me, you never listened in the first place.
They call me a player for that. They say I'm a playboy.
Whatever. If that makes them feel better, I really have nothing to say to that. And I'm not going to wrack my brain trying to come up with excuses, darlin'. Mainly because I'm fucking Cindy right now.
That's right. You almost forgot about her, didn't you? I didn't. Not with my cock going in and out of her pussy as that ass is bent over on my desk. This is the last day of her internship, by the way. They always do this. Always come up to my office.
"Is there anything else you needed, Mr. Hardman?" they ask me as my eyes travel up and down their tight body. Cindy knew the drill. She knew what my eyes were lusting after her as she came over, and without me having to say a goddamn thing, she began to unbutton her tight silk blouse and get on her knees. I'm serious. I didn't say anything the whole fucking time. She just began to unzip my pants, gab my cock, and put it in her mouth as I leaned back.
That's seriously all it takes nowadays.
"Fuck, baby, you're fucki--ungh!" Cindy moans. She doesn't have the tightest pussy, to be absolutely honest. And I like my women a bit curvier. But whatever. Pussy is pussy, right?
I increase my strokes in and out of her. Her pussy is quivering and a string of unintelligible words are coming out of her mouth all of a sudden.
She's coming. I can feel the walls of her pussy gripping my cock. It's milking me.
She may not be tight, but she's fucking tight enough. Holy fucking shit.
I'm about to cum.
I have enough mental strength to pull out of her and pull my condom off. Cindy is still twitching and spasming from her orgasm, but I turn her over, and begin to rub my cock for the final strokes that'll unleash my fucking deluge.
That's when the door to my office slams open.
I look up in shock. Only one person would have the balls to do something like that.
My assistant, Cheryl Maddox.
She's looking at me with a disapproving yet resigned smile as I grunt and groan and my vision blacks out momentarily as my cock spasms and my nuts twist and I erupt all over Cindy.
She restrains a smile as Cindy's eyes go wide and I unload rope after rope of gooey, hot, sticky, white cum on her tits and belly.
She waits patiently even as electric arcs travel through my body and my streams of cum cover Cindy's body.
I shiver as the last of semen dribbles out onto her. Cindy is looking at me with wide eyes filled with wonder. And lust.
We could probably go again, but I'm a busy guy.
Cheryl tosses me a towel and I catch it, beginning to towel myself off.
"Cindy, darling," Cheryl says and the intern turns around, startled that someone else is in the same room. She was getting fucked so hard she didn't even realize we weren't alone. "It's time you get yourself cleaned up and exit the building, dear," she says to Cindy.
Still in a shock, Cindy nods and begins to get up.
I hand her my towel and zip up my pants. I don't need cum stains on my desk or floor, you know?
"What's going on, Cheryl?" I ask, sitting down and leaning back in my chair.
Cheryl watches as Cindy collects her clothes, holds them to her body, and scampers out of my office.
"Another one, Sloane?" she asks me with raised eyebrows.
I shrug. "Perks of the job, Cheryl," I tell her, and turn on my computer monitors. "Can't fault me for tasting what's being offered."