Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 87961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Plucking a cube from the drink, I dim the lights and make my way back to her. My dick twitches as I stare at that curved ass bent over my desk. I set the chilled glass on her lower back, and it bows. “Ah, ah, ah. I didn’t tell you to fucking move.”
She giggles and slings her head back; her red hair flies over her bare shoulders and hits my face. “I didn’t ask.” She glances over at me and bites down on her lip.
“That mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble.” I arch a brow, rubbing the ice over her ass and up the indention of her spine as I say, “Move again and I’ll choke you.”
Her nails tap over the desk, scratching across its surface while she fights the urge to wiggle by pushing her ass against me. “Stop torturing me,” she pleads.
“Honey, this isn’t torture. Trust me!” I massage the melted ice into her skin, then fist her hair. “Torture would be not letting you fuck me, and I promise, in about five minutes I’m going to be balls deep in that pretty little pussy of yours.” I tug on her hair, yanking her head back so I can kiss my way down to her shoulder.
She pushes off the desk and spins around, rubbing her hand over my jeans and clawing at me. I slowly pull my shirt off, holding it in my hand as I dig my fingers into her sides and twist her away from me. With one swift movement, I mercilessly slam her face down over the desk.
I stare at her ass, thinking about how much I love the slapping sound it makes when I lay into a woman. “I’m fucking you from behind,” I say, squeezing her firm cheeks in my palms. I loop the shirt around her throat, and tug her head back to me. Sweeping my fingers over her wet pussy, I give it a quick slap, and she jumps a little from that unexpected sensation.
“Fuck, JP. I’m about to die here,” she moans, grinding her bare pussy against me. “You’ve still got half your clothes on.”
I laugh, and, keeping a good grip on my shirt, I use my free hand to unfasten my fly.
“Oh,” she sighs. “Just fuck me, you asshole.” She attempts to turn around, but I hold her in place. “Would you please, for once, take the gun out of your jeans? It makes me nervous.”
“Don’t pretend you don’t like it,” I say, pulling my cock out and stroking it, teasing against her entrance.
A groan bubbles up her throat. Frustrated, she slams her palm over the desk out of frustration. “Fuck me, damn it!”
“Oh, I’m gonna fuck you up,” I growl as I widen my stance behind her.
I’m not gentle at all, I hold the shirt with one hand, and slam my dick into her with the other. She moans loudly, her back arching from the sudden assault.
Her breaths morph into sex-drunken moans, and she tightens around me, the sensation damn near making my eyes roll back in my head, forcing me to grit my teeth. I’m about three seconds from losing my shit when the door is suddenly thrown wide open. I instinctively pull my gun, aiming into the hall. The safety clicks and my finger rests on the trigger. Staring down the barrel, I realize its Richard, and with him is a girl, bound and gagged, on her knees in front of my desk.
“Aw, fuck,” he says, covering his face with his hands. I’m taken so off-guard by the unwelcomed intrusion that I briefly stand with my cock still buried in the woman before pulling out.
“What. The. Fuck?” I shout. I glance back down at the girl in front of Richard. “What the fuck?” I ask again as I shove my dick back inside my jeans.
Crystal’s still sprawled out on the desk, ass in the air, and panting. I snatch the clothes from the floor and hand them to her. “Get out.” She straightens up and takes her clothes from me, a bewildered look plastered to her face. I raise both brows, then smack her ass. “Don’t worry, I’ll finish with you later.”
“You know, your job really is a pain in the ass.”
“Go to work, Crystal, I’d hate to fire my favorite girl for being late anyway.”
She huffs and stomps off, not bothering to dress. She just trots past them both, completely unfazed by any of this. My eyes dart to Richard as I pull in a breath. I wipe my hand over my sweaty chest, and my gaze drifts down to the girl. She’s dressed in jeans and a Vanderbilt University hoodie. Her hair’s a complete mess. She’s covered in grease and dirt, and her eyes are swollen and red.
“The kid couldn’t pay.” He smiles nervously at me. “She’s a deposit.”