Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 85725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
The complimenting receives an amused headshake.
“You gonna do the lighting next?” She nonchalantly walks the space, fingers caressing territory I get the feeling she’s never really been granted the chance to in the past. “You think the fixture I picked out will match or should we exchange it and get something different? Something louder? Bolder? More subtle?”
“I think you gotta trust that gut instinct of yours about shit besides people.”
She sassily spins on her heels to shoot me a teasing glare.
“Now, what do you think of your desk?”
Jaye joyfully struts over, stare swiftly sweeping the strange piece of furniture, “It looks even better than it did on the display!”
Remind me to warn others that this fucking thing may look like a dream come true for the occupant but is a goddamn nightmare for the person building it.
Her fingertips lightly run the length of it while humming to herself. “I can’t wait to pick out a chair.”
“Can it be a little less complicated than the desk, please?”
She lightly snickers and while circling around to check out the drawers on the other side. Her scrutinizing suddenly comes to a stop, informing me she found the small surprise I left inside the top one. Rather than immediately remove the framed photo of the two of us, she simply meets my gaze. “How did you get this?”
“I know how to use our printer.”
Swinging my frame around to the other side, I allow mirth to linger in my tone. “Mrs. Buckley – the world-renowned oboist that lives a couple blocks over – saw me coming back from the mailbox on Thursday and asked could I help her out with walking her poodles because the dogwalker had unexpectedly called in sick, and they wouldn’t stop barking long enough for her to practice and she really needed to practice.” An innocent shoulder bounces my shoulders. “She needed help, so I helped. She gave me some cash – in spite of my insistence I didn’t need it, that I was just trying to be a good neighbor – and I used it to buy the frame. There’s a corner store at the opposite end from our pizza place, so on Friday after you left for work, I walked there, picked out the nicest one I could, walked home, and put the surprise together before I started touch up painting.”
Her entire body seems to puddle at the explanation.
“You can um…put a different picture in there if you want.” Slightly uncomfortable with the overwhelmed expression of adoration she’s bearing, pushes me to bashfully look at my feet. “I just uh…it’s the one that’s the background on your phone and my phone and I guess I just assumed you really liked that picture, but whatever. It’s up to you. Change it if you want. Or don’t. Or-”
Lips become unsuspectingly smashed against mine ceasing the spiral I had started.
What can I say? She’s not the only one who sometimes fucking rambles.
Jaye pulls back after a single swipe of her tongue to whisper, “It’s perfect.”
The corners of my lips curl upward in pride.
“Thank you.”
My mouth moves to say the appropriate response yet is pounced once more. Distracted by the haste of the slippery muscle that’s gliding around territory meant for only it, I struggle to register Jaye’s hand curling around the edge of my sweats.
My boxers.
I don’t even realize what’s happening until she’s lowering in tandem with them.
Cool air caresses my cock causing my balls to momentarily constrict; however, the warm, wet confines of her eager mouth waste no time creating a different type of contraction. Her right hand curls around my shaft to assist in the process of working me from base to tip and the combination of the two has my bare toes crossing one other in content. Each savage suck has her slipping further and further and further down my dick until her hand sinks itself to my balls to gently squeeze while her throat takes over the job of stroking me. Gagging sounds bounce from wall to wall, worrying me that it’s too much, pushing me to wind my fingers through her curls to yank her off, encouraging me to remind her she doesn’t have to go so deep, but just as those things begin, Jaye tugs my balls and drives my cock a little deeper.
Proves she can handle more than I believe.
More than I’m ready to believe.
Spit leaks past the corners of her mouth, dribbles along the edges of my dick, and drips down into the palm of her hand where it’s immediately smeared along my sac. Watching her head bob around steadily grows damn near impossible for me as my own lolls back, lost in the knee wobbling swallowing I know I can’t take too much more of.
“Jaye…,” seeps out like a warning at the same time I curl my fingers around the edge of her desk.