Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 53417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
She thinks a moment and once again that spark shines in her eyes. “I think I want to try it.”
“And if you change your mind, you say red.”
She nods. “Right. I can do that.”
“I know you can,” I tell her and rock my hips, rubbing my cock against her cunt.
“I’ve never done this before,” she tells me again.
“I haven’t either but we can take it slow and find the arrangement that works. Right now though, I am more than ready for you to show me how much you want this.”
She wastes no time, her hands fly over the buttons of my shirt, popping them open one by one. I don’t take the dress off. I want to fuck her in it. She spreads her thighs over mine. I can’t get my cock out fast enough, and the second I do, Maddie sinks down on it with a sigh. I keep my hands in her hair and let her work her silk-covered pussy over my shaft.
“Don’t fucking tease me.” I groan and her eyes spark. “Give me what I want.”
“Yes, Sir,” she says, and it ignites a deep pleasure inside of me.
This is everything I want. She is everything I’ve been missing.
Fuck, her cunt is heaven. She rides me with her hands gripped to my shoulders and nothing but pleasure written on her face. Her lips find mine and she moans, and it’s everything I need.
She’s slow at first and I can tell there’s something she’s holding back.
Maddie murmurs as she rides me. “I’ve thought about you every day that I’ve been in the office. I tried…I don’t know.” I thrust up and she gasps. “I tried to stay away, thinking it would be better somehow. It’s not right to have sex for rent money.” Her face is an even deeper red. “I shouldn’t have asked you in the first place. But I want it.”
“There’s not a damn thing wrong with this,” I tell her and pump my hips again, forcing a beautiful, tortured sound from her lips. Her dress rides up her hips, showing her bare skin.
She grinds down on me and her eyes go half lidded as her clit rubs against me.
With one hand on her neck and the other on her hip, I help her fuck me harder and deeper. Her blunt nails dig into my shoulders as the pleasure gets the best of her.
She sinks down again and again on my cock, her pussy clenching until I reach between us and give her some contact on her clit. She throws her head back and lets out a soft, sexy moan, her dress hitching up higher on her waist as she comes undone.
I let her ride me, using me to get her off until my own release is too much to hold back. Maddie moves her hips in small circles while I fill her with my own release. My head is full of ways that I could mark her.
Every little sordid thing we can do. And the things I can give her that would tempt her to stay for as long as I want.
I kiss her before my mouth can run away with me. Maddie kisses me back, her body still hot around me. I kiss her slower until her breathing slows down, too, but Maddie stays where she is instead of getting up.
She runs her fingers through my hair. It’s a soft touch, intimate like we’re actually together, and I let myself indulge in the fantasy for a minute. This is the perfect arrangement.
It doesn’t take long for her climb off, and I help her steady herself.
Her eyes find mine and a question lingers there.
“Tell me,” I say easily. I’m sure she has questions. Fuck, even I have questions racing in the back of my mind.
“When you say all the time…” she asks. “That I’m available all the time.”
Yes. All the time. Every second. Every minute. She should be in my office, under my desk, all day until it’s time to go back to the penthouse.
“What about it?”
“There will be times when I just want to be alone or I…”
Her hesitation is clear and the one thing I’m not going to do is lose her before it’s even begun. “Once a week at least.” It’s so much less than I want, but it’s the only thing I can say to her right now. If I told Maddie the truth, it would go badly. It would be too much for her, and she’d run. Or she’d like it too much, and when it crashed and burned we’d both be taken down with it. “And...if you’re in need, I’m the one you’ll come to.”
“If I’m in need,” she repeats quietly.
“If you need to be touched, you call me.” I take a hand off her waist and stroke her hair. “If you need to be fucked, you call me. If you wake up in the middle of the night and can’t sleep, call me, and I’ll make you come until you can.”