Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
But Marcus only smirked. “If it is any consolation, bambina, that, err, kind of merger had always been part of today’s, err, agenda.”
The last word had him smirking again, and my face flamed anew.
“So how about you decide, bambina,” Marcus purred. “Do we begin with the traditional merger—-”
I tried not to look disappointed.
“Or do we take a little detour with the other type of merger?” His burning gaze dropped to my mouth as he spoke.
Heat spread over my body, and I found myself wetting my lips.
A low growl erupted from Marcus, and I could feel my pussy actually quivering in response.
“What’s it to be,” Marcus asked roughly.
“Can we—-” I swallowed hard. “Take the detour first?”
“Fuck, yes.”
And then there was no chance to speak. Marcus’ mouth slammed over mine, and there wasn't any chance to think either. My arms tightened around his neck as I surrendered to his kiss, thinking all the while, Too long.
It’s been too long.
I felt Marcus start to move without breaking our kiss, and I closed my eyes as I felt his hands squeeze the cheeks of my ass. A moment later, and I heard things falling on the floor as he settled me on his desk.
Oh.
This was totally, totally, totally my favorite office tryst scenario—-
And then I felt Marcus’ hands going under my skirt, and I jerked against his body in a mixture of fear and excitement.
His head lifted, and he stared down at me with lust glittering in his dark eyes. “I want you to scream.”
I whimpered and writhed at the words. “But people could hear—-”
A smile slashed his lips. “Exactly.” And then his hands started moving again.
He disposed of my panties first, pulling them down for a few inches before losing patience and ripping them off my body.
The tearing sound made me moan, and then I could only moan again as I felt him push my skirt up to my waist and cool air began to caress my bare legs.
I raised myself up on my elbows, my heart pounding harder and harder as his hands settled on my knees.
His gaze captured mine as he pulled my legs up to form a V on each side. “Open wide, bambina.”
Another whimper escaped me at the explicit command, but even so my body shuddered in eager response and I found myself parting my legs open, wider and wider, until I was completely exposed.
I felt so wonderfully stretched, the pain of it somehow heightening my arousal, and a low moan slipped past my lips.
With his gaze still holding my eyes captive, Marcus reached for my pussy, dipping his fingers in creamy wetness as he stroked my quivering folds.
My body erupted in flames, and I couldn’t help lifting my hips even as another moan slid out of my throat.
“Louder, bambina,” Marcus purred softly. “If you want my fingers to move faster...”
And because I did want his fingers to move faster, I could only do what he said, my moan louder than the previous one—-
The reward was immediate, his fingers moving faster.
“I’ll give you my mouth next,” Marcus said roughly.
Another loud moan.
“I’ll fuck you with my tongue.”
Aaaaaaaaaaah.
“My tongue won’t stop until you come—-”
AAAAAAAAAAH.
“I’ll do all those,” Marcus rasped, “as long as you promise to scream.”
His fingers stilled, and I let out a cry of protest.
He suddenly moved forward, his fingers fisting my hair as he yanked my head back, growling, “Do you promise, bambina?”
I gasped, “Yes!”
Marcus let go of my head, and I fell back with another gasp, my back slamming against the cold surface of his desk.
I felt his head descending between my legs, and my eyes drifted shut even as my body tensed in agonizing anticipation.
And then I felt it—-
His fingers parting my folds as his tongue slowly slid in.
I began to scream.
Marcus’ tongue thrust in and out of my swollen folds, fucking me with his mouth like he promised, and it was all I had ever secretly fantasized of...and more.
My screams echoed around his office.
Oh God.
Please.
Don’t stop.
Marcus.
MAAAAAAAARCUS—-
I felt Marcus shudder at the sound of his name, and a moment after his fingers joined his mouth, rubbing my clit furiously as his tongue continued thrusting in and out of my pussy.
It was too, too much, and I felt myself spiraling out of control.
“MARCUS!”
And then I was coming, my body jerking against Marcus as my essence streamed out of me in powerful, prolonged spurts.
My head tossed and turned, my hands blindly finding something to grip until my fingers clutched the edges of his desk.
God, it was too much.
Too, too much—-
But waves of pleasure that seemed endless continued to wrack my body.
It felt like forever before my eyes could flutter open, and I caught a glimpse of white marble tiles just as Marcus laid me inside a tub filled with bubbling hot water.
My eyes closed, but just before weariness claimed me, I swore I heard Marcus whisper, “Say you’ll marry me.”