Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 42185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
I concentrate on rubbing her clit as she rides my cock. I move my other hand from her throat to her hair and let her have free rein. She rides back faster, faster. I love the muscles just under her skin, tensing and flexing. She’s so fucking sexy as she grips the desk and uses it for leverage.
I keep rubbing her clit as she rides me faster, deeper. I love how tight she is, so fucking tight and warm. I groan as her moans get louder, louder. “Fuck, Daddy,” she gasps, and I don’t let up.
I keep rubbing her clit as she comes. Her riding gets slower as she clenches back, her hands white on the desk, but I don’t stop working her clit. Her moans turn into incomprehensible begging as the orgasm takes her someplace intense and incredible.
Slowly she finishes and I release her. She stumbles forward, gasping for breath, and looks over her shoulder at me as I slowly stroke my cock, still soaking wet with her pussy.
“Holy crap,” she says, blinking a little, and smiles. “That was amazing.”
“Good,” I say. “Now get on your knees and swallow my cum.”
She bites her lip and does as I commanded. She drops to her knees and starts to work my cock with both hands, jerking my shaft as she sucks my tip. I groan and push her deeper, knowing I’m so fucking close to coming. I lose myself in her work, her lips sucking hard, her tongue working all over.
I come hard, pushing her deep. I come into her throat and she swallows every drop, not skipping a beat. I grunt and gasp as I finish, thick cum filling her mouth.
She looks up at me and kisses my shaft, licking me nice and clean.
“Fuck, girl,” I grunt and pull her to her feet. I kiss her slow and deep, loving as her taste mingles with mine.
“Fuck, Daddy,” she says, smiling at me as we break apart.
I hold her tight and close, both of us naked, not caring about anything else in the world. I haven’t felt like this in a long time and I didn’t think I would.
But here she is, and I know I can’t go back, not even if I wanted to.
11
Hazel
I’m practically buzzing with Mason for the rest of the day, but I don’t get a chance to see him. Something comes up with the Chinese deal, so he only uses me to grab him some food and drinks, but otherwise I have the afternoon to myself.
The next morning I come in bright and early, practically giddy with excitement. Rogers gives me an odd smile as I greet him with a huge grin. “Good morning, Rogers,” I say. “You’re looking well today.”
“Good morning, Hazel,” he answers. “You’re early.”
“I’m in good spirits.”
He laughs a little. “Nice to hear. Mr. Ward has been very pleased with your service so far.”
“I’ve been very pleased to serve Mr. Ward.” I can barely contain myself. I wonder if Rogers has any clue what I mean by that.
If he does, he doesn’t show it. “Very good, very good. Well, get yourself settled and then head inside.”
“Of course.”
I’m floating on air, skipping along like a little girl. I probably should tone it down but I can’t help myself.
I haven’t felt this way in a long time, if ever. I’ve had crushes and boyfriends and even a short-lived fuck buddy, but I never felt like this about any of them. They were fine and made me smile, but not like this.
None of them were like Mason. He’s something different, something special. I don’t know what I’m getting myself into, but I don’t think I care.
I keep thinking about getting on my knees and calling him Daddy. There’s a darkness inside of him, a dark patch of silence that I can’t quite understand. I suspect he doesn’t want me to understand it, or at least he didn’t at first.
I don’t know what he’ll want now. I crossed a threshold yesterday, moved over into something I don’t really understand just yet. There’s more to whatever happened than just sex. It’s like he needed that to allow himself a chance to open up to me.
I’ll call him Daddy a thousand times more if he can keep making me feel the way I felt yesterday. And the way I feel right now.
I get myself settled, use the bathroom to fix my hair and straighten myself up, and finally grab the tray from Rogers. “Good luck,” he says with a wink as I head into the office.
For a second, I think he knows something, but no way. The door closes behind me as I head over to my spot to wait for Mason, wondering all the while what Rogers may or may not know.
Mason doesn’t keep me waiting very long. Five minutes after I take my position, Mason comes walking down the hall. When he appears in the office, I can’t stop the smile from spreading across my face.