Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
“You were testing me!” I say, poking him in the chest. “You don’t like this garbage! This is one of those money laundering schemes or whatever!”
Callum’s lips twist into a smile, and his eyes sparkle. With blinding speed, he reaches out, snatches me by the wrist, and pulls me to him.
“You know, you’re not just beautiful, Evie. You’re smart too.”
He kisses me, and again my knees go weak. Everything this man does makes me fall harder and harder, deeper and deeper in love with him. And this test he just gave me—that I just passed—could mean only one thing: He wants me to be his woman, his partner. He wants something real with me.
“I have one more thing to show you,” he growls, tugging me roughly into a cramped side hall that leads to a small back office filled with nothing but boxes, an Ikea desk, and a single chair. He slams the door behind us and locks it.
“Your luxurious office?” I tease, biting my lip, knowing exactly what he has in mind.
“Shut your mouth,” he snaps, turning me around and bending me over the desk. I gasp as he snatches my dress up over my hips and spanks me hard on the ass. “No panties. Look at you.”
“I know, Daddy,” I whine. “I’m a bad girl, aren’t I?”
“Fuck,” he grunts, pressing his bulge against my buttocks. “Look at your legs in those heels. So fucking sexy.”
He’s holding my waist with one hand, and I look back as he unbuckles his pants with the other and pulls out his cock, already swollen and hard with arousal. I grip the desk hard as he uses his knees to spread my legs.
“Arch that back for me,” he commands, his voice low. I dutifully obey, drawing a deep growl from his chest. “Fuck, look at that ass. You’re so goddamn sexy.”
“Put it in me, Daddy,” I moan, swaying my hips to entice him more. This works, and the next thing I know I’m feeling the stretch of Callum entering me from behind. I didn’t even realize how great my arousal was until I feel every one of his inches drive deep into me. I proudly take it all—without pain this time, only a delicious aching stretch that goes all the way into my core.
I gasp and suck deep breaths of air as Callum grips my hips and begins to pound me without any hesitation. I can feel his lust in every stroke he delivers, not only filling me with his girth but also filling me with such pride that I can cause him to be so aroused.
With each thrust, his balls slap against my clit, heightening the already immense pleasure flowing into me. My eyes roll back into my head as I feel a decadent climax begin to form somewhere in my depths.
“Fuck, I’ve never been harder, little girl,” Callum growls, leaning down and pressing his muscled torso against my back. “That pussy is utter perfection.”
“Make me sore, Daddy,” I whimper. “Fuck me hard.”
“I’m gonna fucking come inside you,” he breathes into my ear, reaching around and cupping my breast.
“I want to feel it!”
My jaw falls open, and I mouth his name as I lose the ability to speak as my climax rushes toward me. The swollen head of his manhood punches my cervix again and again, repeatedly delivering an aching pleasure that I can barely take. My eyes begin to water. My God, am I going to cry?
And then I feel it again: Callum explodes inside me. My gratified scream rings out across the walls of the dingy little office as rope after rope of his hot release sprays inside me, filling me up like his receptacle.
“Fucking take it,” he grunts, burying everything he has to give inside me. “All of it.”
“Yes!” I cry out as tears fall from my eyes. My orgasm throws me into a shaking fit that causes my legs to give out from under me. I collapse onto the desk, but Callum holds on to me with his powerful arms, holding his cock deep inside as he continues to pump every drop of his warm release right where it’s meant to go.
He presses his body down against my back, letting me feel his strong, chiseled muscles, and gently whispers, “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”
I turn my face back to him and whisper back, “Good.”
Even though he owns the building and we have every right to be here and could stay here as long as we want to, I feel like we’re a couple of teenagers breaking the rules as Callum hands me a roll of paper towels to clean up with.
“So naughty,” I say to him as I tug my dress down and turn around to face him. He’s still struggling to zip his pants up over his manhood, which hasn’t gone all the way down just yet.