Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 58442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
In the back of the shop, we stand awkwardly looking at each other, surrounded by her masterpieces, Halloween costumes, suits, and gowns, all the work of an expert.
I offer her my hand to shake. “You did a good job. Grandma bought it. I think everyone else did too. It was good working together.”
She shakes my hand, squeezing tightly. “Yeah–it was, uh, interesting.”
I go to pull my hand away, but she holds it tightly.
“I’ll transfer the money into your account,” I say. “The reference will be advising fee. If you need to explain to the taxman, tell him I needed your expert advice on the Retreat’s outfits.”
“Okay,” she says, still not letting go of my hand.
“What are you doing?” I growl. “Trying to head fuck me some more?”
She finally lets go, her breath shuddering.
“You’re the queen of mixed signals,” I tell her.
She doesn’t even try to deny it.
“Are you forgetting what you said on the island? This is the end, remember?”
“I know. I remember,” she finicky says.
“You still feel the same.”
“This has to be the end,” she says. “I’ve got college, a life. So have you.”
“Then why are you looking at me like you want me to fuck your brains out?”
She bites her lip and shakes her head. She looks so gorgeous and conflicted. Even while still wearing her winter coat, I can make out her shape, her curves, her thickness.
“I’m not,” she murmurs.
“Take off your coat,” I snarl.
I can read her thoughts in her expression, her urge to say no, her inability to reject me again.
“Whatever happens, this has to be it,” she says.
“I can’t think of a better way to say goodbye,” I snarl. “Take off your coat. Now.”
She moans softly. “Okay, sir.”
My manhood throbs. It’s been hours since I went down on her and tasted her, but as she unzips her coat, it’s like no time has passed at all. She sets her coat aside, showing me her tight-fitting jeans and her hoodie.
“It’s not exactly lingerie,” she murmurs, adjusting her outfit.
“You’re the sexiest woman alive.”
I wrap my arms around her and kiss her urgently. She opens her mouth and finds my tongue, whimpering as if she’s going to come just from this. I grind my length against her.
She tears at my coat. I take a step back, shuddering as I unzip, and then our hands are all over each other again.
“We have to be quiet,” she moans between kisses. “Sir.”
“When you drench my rock-hard dick with your release, try not to scream, then.”
“Oh, God.”
I pull her hoodie over her head, then tear off her shirt and unclip her bra. When her gorgeously plump tits bounce free, I lose control for a minute, fall upon them like a feast, massaging one as I suck the other, then switching, feeling her nipples grow needy and hard in my mouth.
She strokes her hands through my hair, moaning and shuddering.
“I need you,” I groan.
“You’re the boss, sir.”
My balls ache. I don’t feel like I’m in control right now.
I grab her pants and underwear and tear them down so they fall around her ankles. Then I spin her around so we’re facing the triple mirror. She turns her face away.
“Don’t you dare get shy on me now,” I snarl.
“I’ve never watched myself before.”
“You’re so unbelievably sexy,” I groan, smoothing my hand over her ass and grabbing a thick handful. She responds to my touch, arching her back. “Especially when you do that. Presenting your perfect pussy to me. From this angle, I get to watch your tits and ass bounce as I fuck you.”
I slip my finger inside her, her hot tightness gripping me straight away. Her heart and mind might have doubts, but her body is as eager as mine.
She reaches back and strokes my crotch.
“Say it,” I groan, as the sound of my finger in her slit fills the room.
I move faster, causing her to push back against me, her ass jiggling with each impact.
“Fuck me, sir,” she moans.
I tear down my pants. There’s something so hot about both our pants being around our ankles, like we’re filled with so much urgency, we can’t wait to get fully naked. She glances at the stairs, then brings her finger to her lips, looking at me in the reflection.
I wrap one arm around her torso, greedily massaging her breasts, and use my other to guide my stiff cock to her entrance. She bites her lip to stop from moaning as I stroke my tip up and down her clit.
“Don’t tease me,” she whimpers quietly.
“Then you better tell me what I need to hear,” I growl softly.
“Please, sir. Sir, fuck me. Sir, sir—”
She gasps when I drive inside of her. My head swims with desire, my body burning. As I slide completely inside her pussy, she tightens around my dick, enveloping me in her heat. She pushes against me, her ass crashing against my abs. I slide my hand down her body, watching her in the reflection, her cheeks red, her eyes glistening with the effort of holding back a scream of pleasure.