Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
There was nothing, I was sure, as hot as a man you were into looking at you like you were the only fucking thing in the world.
His one hand stayed at my knee while the other one slipped up my inner thigh, then moved between, his thumb teasing gently across my clit.
“Fucking perfect pussy,” he murmured. Then, when my hips did an almost involuntary wiggle against him, wanting more friction, a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. “Fucking greedy too,” he said. “Guess I gotta give it what it wants.”
There was no more talking then.
Just fucking.
Hard and deep and fast.
But this time with his finger working my clit.
With his other hand toying with my breasts, then slipping upward to circle around my throat. Just a possessive pressure at first, holding onto me like he owned me.
And in that moment, he did.
But as my pussy tightened, as my moans got louder and more uninhibited, his fingers dug in, cutting off just the right amount of blood flow as the orgasm slammed through me.
The result was the screaming orgasm he’d been seeking.
“There it is,” he growled, fucking me through it. “That’s a good fucking girl,” he added, and those words alone seemed to drag out the orgasm until, finally, he slammed in hard, his body jerking as he came too.
I wasn’t sure how long we stayed there like that. My entire fucking body felt like it was buzzing. And I couldn’t seem to muster any muscle strength if I wanted to.
I was just dead weight on that desk, trying to bring my breathing and pulse back to something resembling normal.
It helped that the biker seemed equally as affected, his own chest rising and falling quickly, his eyes closed, his head tilted, trying to bring all the pieces back together, so he could function once again.
Everything came back into focus slowly, then all at once.
Like how fucking stupid I’d been to take him in my office. I could have fucked him in an alley. At a motel. On the fucking beach.
Anything but in the one place that actually led back to me.
The plan formed even as I was trying to push up on the desk.
He was in my way, though. So I pressed my boot-clad feet into his stomach, and pushed him back, feeling a small bit of regret as he slid out of me, knowing that this had to be the last time.
“What’s the—“ he started.
“Come on. We have to get out of here before the owners see something on the cameras and call the cops or something,” I lied, climbing off the desk, yanking my skirt down, then rushing in the back toward the couch, where I bent down to retrieve my shirt and bra.
The shirt I put on.
The bra, I balled up in my hand.
“What…” he started, brows pinched, confused.
Which was the plan.
“Hurry up,” I hissed, fisting my panties too, then making my way to the door. “Put your cock away,” I demanded, getting to the door, then making a big show of looking out both ways, like the owners or cops could be right around the corner.
“The fuck is going on?” he asked, but he was coming closer even as I heard his zipper slide into place.
“Breaking and entering isn’t going to look good on my record,” I told him, moving outside, then waiting for him to do the same, before closing the door. “Okay. This was fun. Catch you around!”
Then I turned and all but sprinted away, weaving up and down different streets until I was sure there was no way he could follow me.
“You good?” a voice asked, making me turn to see the bouncer outside of a kinda rinky-dink bar. No line. No flashing lights shows. And the only music came from a jukebox that people had to pay to play. Whoever had the most quarters seemed to be playing metal that screamed out of the gaps under the door.
“Ah… yeah,” I said, nodding. “Don’t mind me,” I added, flipping my bra over my shoulder, unraveling my panties, then slipping them on under my skirt.
“No, sweetheart, I don’t mind at all,” he said with a smirk that said he both liked my boldness, and knew what I’d just done. At least vaguely. “You need help with that?” he asked as I pulled the bra off my shoulder.
It was not quite as easy to get a bra back on under your clothes as it was your panties, but I managed well enough. Without flashing the bouncer. Much.
“Am I going to catch anything drinking out of the glasses in there?” I asked, looking dubiously at the door. “‘Cause I could use a drink.”
Or five.
Maybe ten.
Whatever it took to try to permanently wipe that biker’s perfect smutty amazingness out of my mind.
It turned out it was twelve drinks.