Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34876 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34876 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
"Oh, wait!" She leans back and forth, trying to see around me. I'm still stuck on all the ways I'm going to give her the orgasms she wants, but my May's attention span is flashing on and off like one of the strobe lights on the dance floor. "Can you grab my bag from over there? I brought you something."
She bites her bottom lip, and my dick weeps, but I can't say no.
I twist and reach down, grateful that I don't have to step out from between her knees to pull the Marc Jacobs Sapphire bag up from the floor. It's another side effect of being around all these women for all these years. Purses are big talk, and I can't help that I fucking know this shit. Besides, I bought all the girls Marc Jacobs bags for Christmas last year, so I know far more than I wish to about fucking handbags.
It must weigh as much as she does, and it's nearly as big. What a little thing like her needs with a purse big enough to carry a full-grown pit bull, I'm not sure, but from the excited look in her eyes, I don't much care.
I set the bag down next to her, and she giggles, pushing her hair behind her ears and making this little enthusiastic eeeeep sound.
"This is weird, right?" She rustles around inside her bag, her voice rising, and pulls out a gift box with a lime green satin ribbon tied around it. "I mean, I've never applied for a job before. And, well, I just met you, and you kissed me, and that's sort of weird."
Her eyes come up to meet mine, and I nod because she needs my agreement to work through whatever is happening here.
And she’s right, this whole situation is pretty fucking weird. But I'm fine with weird, as long as it involves her.
"And I get my first orgasm, and I don't even know you, but I like you, and that's weird too." She tightens her knees, hugging the outside of my thighs, and I lose my fucking mind.
She drops the purse on the floor and sits straight up.
"What's that?" I tease, straightening up, trying to give my dick some more room, sucking air through my teeth to keep the beast at bay.
"A present, silly. Don't tell me no one's ever given you a present before." She holds out the box between us in two upturned palms, like an offering. "I made it. Open it."
She's full on smiling now, and I can't stop imagining how her pouty, full, pink lips are going to feel wrapped around my cock.
"Okay, Pink." I can't help but call her that, because that's who she is. I reach for the box, but she jerks it away. She's looking at me through narrowed eyes, like I just told her I can catch her a unicorn.
"How did you do that?"
"Do what?"
She lets out a defeated puff of air, and her shoulders slump as she holds out the box again. I take it, because now I really want it. I want to open the box, and I want to open her. Untie her like a gift and give her part of me.
I tug the end of the ribbon with one hand and hold the bottom of the box with the other. She's still swinging her feet and rubbing against the outside of my pants with every movement, making my heart pound out an SOS below my belt.
I slip a finger under the top flap and flip it open. When I see what's inside, all bets are off. There's no more weird. There's just fate and destiny, and I can't even fucking believe someone like me is saying those words, but it's true. She was meant for me, and nothing will keep me from her, from taking what's rightfully mine.
I imagine burying my face between her thick thighs, the sound of my name on her lips, and her cum filling my mouth.
"Pink," I growl, and the contrast between my voice and the word itself is as shocking as everything happening right now.
"Yes, it's a pink raspberry Napoleon. My own original creation. How did you know it would be pink?" Her eyes twinkle as she speaks. "I had to hold it the whole way on the bus to make sure it made it in one piece."
I shake my head, then set the box down next to us on the desk and bring my face next to her ear.
"Do you believe in destiny, Pink?" I don't give her a chance to answer. "I didn't until right now. Thank you for the gift. I'd love to eat it. But what I want to eat more is sitting right here on my desk, soaking through her panties. Get ready, my little May. You're about to discover what a real orgasm feels like."