Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
“Bend over the desk.” His words come out as a growl, and I hardly recognize it. Nodding, I head towards the desk he was just sitting at, and do what he says.
Dropping my bag back on the floor, I get to his desk and bend over. Once I’m in position I wait. I stay there for a few minutes and nothing happens, but I know not to move.
“Chris?” I ask, the silence killing me.
“Again.”
I don’t understand what he means, but now I can feel him behind me. I can feel the soft touch of his pants against my legs.
“Say my name again.”
“Chris.”
As soon as his name passes my lips, he flips up my skirt. He told me to wear one this morning after he fucked me against my bathroom door. He had to rip my pants down my legs, and afterwards he told me, “Enough with the pants shit.” He said he needed easy access to me, so I dug through my drawers to find this skirt.
In a flash, my panties are down my thighs, but he doesn't pull them off. He uses his feet to kick mine further apart, stretching the white material of my panties. It makes the cotton bite into my thighs, and the feeling puts me on edge. I hear the sounds of his belt buckle coming undone, and then his zipper going down. My pussy knows what’s coming, and my clit starts to pulse.
“This is going to be quick. I need this to calm me down before I can let you leave this room. I know I won’t get to see you until tonight.” I can hear the pleading tone in his voice, so I push my ass back further, letting him know I want this.
“I’m yours. Do whatever you like with me.”
“Fuck!” He thrusts all the way in, and his long thick cock fills me so I’m just at the threshold of pain. I’m so much smaller than him, and his cock is so big, but I’m starting to stretch for him. I want to take everything he gives me, and feeling him inside me is beyond heaven. My pussy clenches all around him, loving the feel of him inside me. I wish we could stay joined like this all the time.
Gripping the desk on either side of me, he starts to pump in and out. His hands land next to mine, gripping the desk with me, his knuckles turning white. We both hold on as he fucks me hard, filling every inch of me with his enormous dick. There’s not a centimeter left inside of me that he hasn’t filled, and being stretched and pounded like this turns me on even more.
“I can’t stand it when any of them talk to you. It’s fucking ridiculous, but I don’t care.” He starts pumping fast, his words pushing me to my own orgasm. I have no idea why his jealousy turns me on, but it does. To think this man is so crazy for me, that I drive him to the brink and make him lose control, gives me so much power. I love that he’s so far gone with me that he’s beyond reason.
“Beg me.” He’s grunting against me as he starts to fuck me faster. I can tell by the grit of his teeth he’s doing everything he can to be quiet.
“Please, Chris, fill me with your cum. I want it so bad.”
“Show me, Megan. Milk it out of me.”
He releases his grip on the desk and reaches down to my clit. That’s all it takes, just the slightest touch, and I start to cum. I feel my pussy gripping him as he pounds into me from behind. The desk scoots across the floor from the force of his thrusts, and I’m cumming hard. I’m doing just as he asked and milking his cock. I feel his warm release splash into my body as he drops down onto my back, kissing my neck. His final twitches inside me are a sweet feeling as he whispers against my skin.
“Thank you, baby.”
“I think I should be thanking you.”
I let out a giggle, and he leans back, pulling out of me. I feel him drop down, and he’s between my legs, pulling my panties the rest of the way down.
“Love the skirt. Step out.” He indicates for me to lift my foot so he can pull them all the way off. “Don’t move, let me clean you.”
Using my panties, he wipes between my legs while I watch him over my shoulder. I wait for him to tell me to step back into them, but when he doesn’t, I turn around and watch him put them in his pocket
“For luck tonight.”
He smiles, and I feel myself blush. How I could possibly still have anything left to blush about, I don’t know. Chris stands up, fixes his pants, and then he straightens my skirt.