Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
My hands grip his forearms, and my body jerks with the power of the orgasm shooting through my body. I feel like I’m floating, only his thick forearms keeping me from flying off into the stratosphere.
“Tank, oh fuck, yes!”
“Get it, Sophie. Come on my cock,” he growls and pushes his chest against mine, my back against the now half-empty supply shelf as he fucks me good and fast, so deep it triggers another orgasm that grips him tight, milking him dry. “Oh fuck, that’s it, mama. Cream all over me.”
His hips thrust a few more times, the last few strokes right before he explodes within me are so powerful my thighs shake, and my teeth sink into the corded muscles of his shoulder.
Oh. My. God. I rarely come with a cock inside of me unless it’s my vibrator, and with Tank, I manage two full orgasms and enough aftershocks to count as a third. Not to mention my titties are hard enough to cut glass. “Wow. Wow.”
Tank sighs, his tongue licking a trail of heat from my shoulder to my jaw.
“Fuck, Soph. It’s like this cunt is made just for me.” His hips move in slow strokes, drawing every last drop of pleasure from my body.
Just for me. I like the sound of that, maybe more than I should. “Your cock is magic.”
He flashes a proud grin. “You can have this magic wand anytime you want, babe.”
I smile at his sweet but rough words. “Noted.”
“This ain’t over,” he growls when his cock finally slips free.
I don’t know what that means, so I nod and look around at the mess we made in the supply closet, smiling wide.
“You make me forget myself.” The admission slips out, and I cover it by bending to pick up the boxes of gauze, the IV bags that cover the floor.
“Stay like that, and we’ll never get out of this fucking room,” he growls, sliding one finger along the inside of my thigh. “Ah fuck, I love the feel of my come dripping down your thighs.”
I gasp at his dirty words and dirtier touch. A low moan seeps out, and my head falls forward. “Tank.”
He lifts me so we’re face to face, cupping my jaws before kissing me long and slow. It’s hot and sweet, like he knows the perfect combination to turn me on instantly. Except for giving me his dick again, he keeps kissing me for endless moments before stepping back and putting his clothes back on.
“Not over,” he says one final time and leaves the supply closet.
I stand there half-naked, looking at the mess we’ve created, both in the room and between my thighs, and I can’t find it in me to give a shit. My body is buzzing with pleasure, and I can’t stop smiling.
The best sex of my life, and it happened at work…in the supply closet!
I am so fired.
A smile breaks out over my face. I give myself a few moments to enjoy what just happened before I tidy up the room and clean myself up.
My mind is occupied with only one thought: when can we do this again?
CHAPTER FOUR
Tank
Sophie peeks behind me to the sun rising in the break room. “I have to get back to work.” Her words come out between stolen kisses as a whisper against my mouth. “Seriously.”
“Go,” I tell her in a rough voice, my lips still on hers because I can’t get enough of her lush lips and the potent, fruity taste that lingers on her tongue. “I’m not going to stop you.”
A husky laugh sounds from her, and she fists her hands in my t-shirt. “Your mouth is stopping me,” she argues, tilting her head back while my mouth leaves a trail of fire up the column of her neck, across her jawline, and back to her mouth. Another laugh erupts as her fingers tangle in my hair. “Dammit, this mouth.” She cups my jaws and presses another kiss to my mouth, long and hot and hard enough that my cock swells behind my zipper. “Utterly fucking irresistible.”
My heart kicks into overdrive at her words, and I pull her close, absorbing the intensity of her kiss and her embrace.
How in the fuck did I get so lucky? That an angel like Sophie manages to see beyond my rough exterior, beyond my façade to what I keep buried deep? I don’t know, but I know enough not to question it, instead gripping her hips and pulling her against my cock, hard and aching for no one but her. “This mouth can’t get enough of you.”
“Right back atcha,” she says, slipping her tongue between my lips for one last kiss before she steps back, lips plump and eyes half-glazed with desire. “But I need to check on Banger and update the charts before I leave.”
She smiles and says, “Okay. One more.”