Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
“Can you handle more, Ana?”
Ooh, I really like hearing Derek say my name. I nod eagerly—probably too eagerly, but I’m beyond caring, and the men don’t seem to mind either.
“Then turn around and bend over the table.”
Oh. Oh! I’m surprised by how quickly I comply with his command, but after how they’ve made me feel, I’m pretty sure I’d do anything they asked right now.
I slide off the table—and let me tell you, things are very slippery—and turn away from them to face the wall of windows. My skirt is still bunched up around my waist, and the cool air in the room touches my bare backside, but it’s quickly followed by the grip of one big hand, then another, sliding over my hips, spreading me open. One hand continues to keep hold of me, while another slides up my back and presses my upper body down against the table.
“Do you want it down and dirty, Ana? Do you want to be worked hard?”
I recognize the voice as Derek’s, and I assume it’s him who’s touching me, but it could be both of them, and that thought has arousal dripping down my leg as I stand there, bent and oh so ready.
Nothing happens except a good, hard squeeze on my ass cheek, until I realize he’s waiting for an answer.
“I want everything you both have to give me,” I say with a long backward glance at each of them.
The warm hand smooths over my flesh, then gives my bottom a slap just hard enough to get more juices flowing. I have no doubts that I’m about to have the experience of a lifetime.
Behind me, the sound of a foil packet being torn open has me blinking in surprise. I was so caught up in the moment, protection hadn’t even crossed my mind. Thank goodness they’re prepared.
Another slap on my other cheek—this one followed by a soothing rub—has me arching my back even more and shifting backward, so eager for what’s to come.
Derek doesn’t tease me. The thick head of his cock nudges at my entrance, dipping into my wetness and rubbing back and forth. Then, he’s pushing inside, smooth and steady, and … thick! So thick!
It’s ironic that Jansen joked about finding out if they were a good fit for me, because Derek is, in fact, a very tight fit. He goes deep, too—so deep my eyes are bulging by the time his hips bump against my ass. Oof.
“That’s it, Ana. Get ready to take it hard.”
I stretch my arm across the table so that I can hold on to the other edge, but I can’t reach.
Derek pulls nearly out, then presses in again, faster this time, with a delicious friction. Out and in again, faster still. He tugs my hips toward him, holding onto me with two hands now, his fingers digging into my curves as he starts to pound into me.
“Oh god, oh god!”
He pulls me toward him with every thrust, the motion slamming me forward. Repeat, repeat. He’s hitting a spot deep inside that’s clearing my brain of any thought beyond the awareness of pure pleasure.
His steady rhythm drives me toward yet another orgasm, and I’m not even surprised at this point. It was an inevitability as soon as he pushed inside me.
I’m such a dirty girl, letting this man I just met fuck me, while his partner watches and waits for his turn. I’m a bad girl, letting this happen at a job interview, where I should be on my best behavior.
Unh unh unh! More pounding, and the thoughts leave my head as I go flying over the edge. “I’m coming! Oh god, I’m coming!”
Derek Brooks fucks me even harder, all the way through my climax and beyond, and then he grunts and stiffens, slowing his pace and somehow pressing in even deeper as his cock throbs inside my inner walls.
The conference room table is refreshingly cool under my heated skin, and I rest one side of my face against it as I twist to look back and catch a glimpse of Derek’s face. It’s contorted in what looks deceptively like pain, then for one fleeting moment, it registers bliss, before his features quickly settle back into their usual arrangement.
Jansen, meanwhile, looks agitated, his jaw tighter than it was earlier, his hair disheveled, as if he’s just run his hand through it. He turns away as Derek pulls out of me, spent.
“How’re you holding up, Ana?” Derek’s voice is ragged, and I’m thrilled to know that fucking me is what caused him to sound like that.
My own voice is thick when I tell him I’m good. Objectively, I’m a bit worn out from the way he just went at me, but there’s no way I’d admit that. There’s too much dopamine flooding my system right now for me to care, anyway.