Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
“This is for me?” I meet his gaze, and he nods.
“I can’t take this,” I shake my head. “It must have cost a fortune.”
“I only got it last year. Saved up for it like hell though,” he states proudly.
“Josh-”
“Open it,” he swallows, and I do as he says, tracing my fingers over his messy handwriting, smiling over his words: You own me.
“Are you talking about you or the book?”
He lets out a sheepish laugh.
“I want to talk, though,” he swallows nervously. “There’s something we should discuss.”
No! My mind starts racing, remembering how off he was yesterday, even before he rejected my date idea.
I don’t let him say another word, unbuttoning my coat, his eyes ablaze when he realizes I’m naked underneath.
“Holy fuck,” he mutters as I let my jacket fall to the floor.
“Too much?”
“Luci,” he leaps from his chair. “No, it’s perfect, you’re perfect.” His embrace is warm, so opposite from the cold I just faced outside.
“You know,” he purrs. “For someone who was a virgin, you’re awfully kinky.”
“Are you complaining?”
“Sweetheart,” he laughs. “I’m salivating.”
I unbuckle his pants as both his hands cup my behind. “You’re ass is impeccable.”
“Oh yeah?” I turn around and bend over so he can get a better look.
I immediately hear the rustling of a condom wrapper as he states his demands. “Spread your legs for me.”
I obey, and the next thing I know he’s lifting me from the waist and shoving my body against the door while ramming into me from behind. I writhe, from both the feeling of the laminate against my chest and the sensation of being filled so quickly. His mouth finds my neck as his hands explore me. The way he’s jerking his cock into me, so roughly, yet caressing my body with such care does insane things to me.
He suddenly stills and I cry out. “Why did you stop?”
“I’m falling too fast,” he sighs.
I swallow, wondering if he means his feelings, or the fact he’s already so close to coming.
He remains still except for his hands. They move over my ribs, to my hips, rubbing and brushing my skin softly.
“You love it when I touch you,” he whispers.
“Yes,” I answer
“You’re grabbing onto my cock so tightly,” he breathes. “And all I have are my hands on you.”
“But you’re inside me,” I counter.
“I’m not even moving,” his light bellow provokes me.
“It doesn’t matter,” my back arches against him as my hands move up the sides of his face and into his hair, a silent beg to start moving again. He turns his head and kisses my arm, but when he doesn’t move, I do, pushing and backing myself into him.
“Yeah! Keep backing up into me,” he groans. “Ugh! Like that!”
He finally starts moving again, ramming forward hard.
I close my eyes, imagining how his face is probably scrunched up in bliss. By now, his mouth has most likely fallen open wide, his head tilted back, maybe even his lips are pulling back too, making those hot expressions of his.
The bell rings, dismissing school, and we both pause, hearing all the noise and shouting just on the other side of the door.
“They have no idea what we’re doing in here,” I’m panting hard.
“Do you like that?” He asks, his voice husky and warm. “You naked, with me inside of you, a piece of wood away from all of them?”
I whimper.
“You do,” he fathoms. “I can feel your pussy contracting around me.”
“Oh god,” I wail at his vile words. “Please,” I whimper again. He slides his hands down my body, finding my swollen clit. He nibbles at my ear as he rubs me. “Faster, Mr. Harrington,” I plead.
“Fuck!” he tightens his grip on me. He’s about to explode.
Suddenly, there’s a knock. The vibration pushes his finger in me further, and I’m drowning in euphoria.
“Mr. Harrington?” A male voice booms.
He slows his demanding movement, his cock pulsating, ready to release. He swallows hard against my back as he answers.
“Yeah?” His voice is too airy, too full of pleasure.
“Um, we’re supposed to discuss next years track schedule?” It’s Mr. Chevy.
“Uh,” he grunts heavily in my ear as he pulls us away from the door, rocking deeper into me in the process. He bends me over the island, plunging with a primitive and possessed drive, so hard and fast that he’s shouting his answer to both his colleague and to me.
“Coming!” He grunts lowly in my ear as his cock extends inside me, thudding and emptying into the condom.
“Thank you,” he whispers.
“No, thank you…” I feel his smile even though I can’t see his face. His arms disappear from around me and I’m glad he can’t see me as he pulls out. “… For the book, it’s really the best gift ever.”
“Well it’s yours,” he exhales. “Like I said, you own it.”
He removes the overly filled condom before fixing his shirt and pants, giving me one last kiss before sliding out the door and off to his meeting.