Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“Pink,” he murmurs almost to himself as he spreads me wide. “I’ve watched a lot of redheaded porn to try and imagine what you’d be like.” His eyes rise to meet mine, “But nothing could prepare me for your beauty.”
“You’ve thought about my body.”
“Every fucking day.”
The air crackles between us.
“Have you thought about mine?” he asks.
“Every fucking night.”
“When you fuck yourself?”
I nod, “Yes.” I take his hand in mine, “When you stretch me open and give me what I need.”
He inhales sharply, his eyes flutter, “Gracie,” he whispers darkly.
I sit up and by his hand I pull him close, our lips touch as we kiss.
Softly at first, barely a whisper.
But it’s so good, he takes my face in his two hands and I kiss him again. He frowns against me as our kiss deepens.
An intimate kiss in a sea of arousal, it’s unexpected.
Confusing.
“Gabriel.”
“Don’t,” he cuts me off with another kiss, and I can feel his arousal grow, hitting fever pitch.
Something changed with our kiss.
The fire is out of control, a blazing inferno.
He pushes me back down onto the desk and with his eyes locked on mine he unbuttons his shirt and drops his pants.
His huge dick springs free.
My eyes widen…… Is this really happening?
He bends and licks me between my legs and spits a little to lubricate me.
Oh my god.
He did not just do that.
Don’t wake me up because if this is a fantasy dream….. I am all in. This is porn sex, big dick, spitting, fucking your boss on his desk, porn sex.
His skin has a sheen of perspiration all over and with his dark eyes fixed on me, he licks his lips in anticipation.
My arousal hits fever pitch.
He’s just so…... Never have I seen someone so ridiculously hot.
He stands and swipes the tip of his cock through my swollen lips as we stare at each other.
Then, without hesitation, he pushes forward and slides into the hilt. “Ohhh……” My body ripples around his.
The air leaves my lungs at his size. “Good lord,” I moan.
Thankfully all the stationery fucking has prepared me for this wide load.
Ouch…. That smarts.
I’m grateful for my trusty vibrator right now. Well done, Bob.
All our intimate nights alone have paid off, if I hadn’t been fucking you all this time, I would have just been split in half.
He slowly pulls out and slams in hard.
Actually, I still might…… ahhhh, fuck.
I’m completely at his mercy like this.
He slams into me again and the air is knocked from my lungs, it’s a wonder the desk doesn’t break.
“Gabriel….” I whimper. “Easy…”
Fucking hell.
“Sorry,” he mutters distracted, he slows, and in a more measured and controlled way he slowly loosens me up.
With his hands gripping my hip bones, we fall into a rhythm. Strong thick pumps, and I can’t speak, I can’t breathe, and fuck…. I can’t even see.
“Oh fuck,” he moans, his breathing is labored as he struggles for control, perspiration beads on his brow, “So fucking good, Grace.” He pumps me hard. “So.” He pumps me again. “Fucking.” Another deep pump. “Good.”
The sound of our skin slapping echoes throughout the office.
Looking up at him, doing that.….. is too much, and I explode head first into an orgasm as I cry out loud.
His eyes roll back in his head, and he really lets me have it, deep punishing hits and then he holds himself deep and lets out a guttural moan.
We pant, trying to get precious air into our lungs. Both red and puffing, covered in perspiration.
He moves slowly to completely empty himself into me and then he pulls out. His chest rises and falls, and his eyebrows shoot up as if surprised. “Well….. ”
I giggle, “Well…..”
He takes my hand and pulls me up to a seated position and then cups my face and kisses me, soft and tender. His lips lingering over mine.
Oh…..
“I’ve been wanting to do that for seven years.” He smiles against my lips.
“And now that you have?” I whisper.
“I’m glad I didn’t, we would never have gotten any work done.” He grabs my sex and tugs it, “Having this perfect pussy in my office would have been a major distraction.” He turns and picks up my dress.
I giggle, feeling relieved.
Perfect pussy.
“Get dressed.” He kisses me quickly before collecting my clothes and passing them over.
“I’m a hot mess, I need to use the bathroom.”
He gives me a slow sexy smile as he opens his bathroom door, “Okay.”
Okay? I walk past him into the bathroom, and he closes the door behind me.
Oh….
He’s not coming in then?
I was dreaming of having round two in his shower. I’ve only fantasized about it every day for seven years.
I clean myself up and quickly dress and then I stare at my flushed reflection in the mirror and smile goofily.
“Oh, my fucking god,” I mouth to myself.
“I know,” I mouth back.
I walk back out into his office to see him completely dressed in his suit, looking completely calm and unaffected. “We should get back to the party.”