Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 115577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
And that’s exactly how she made me feel.
I was emboldened and careless, driven so mad with the need to feel her against me that nothing else mattered.
“I hate you for invading my mind the way you have,” I cursed against her lips, wrapping my arms all the way around her as I bucked my hips up to meet her desperate writhing against me. “For making me dream about these lips, and those eyes, and this sweet fucking ass.”
I gripped her cheeks hard and forced her to rub against me again, and she shuddered, breaking our kiss so her head could fall back in ecstasy.
“Well, you have me where you want me now,” she managed on a breath. Her eyes were drunk with lust when she gazed down at me again, and this time she took control, her hands planted on my shoulders as she dragged herself against me long and slow. “What’s your next move, Boss?”
My nostrils flared, blood roaring in my ears as I pulled her mouth back to mine again. I kissed her harder, sucking her lip between my teeth and biting just hard enough to make her cry out with a deliciously wicked smile.
“I’m going to make you come.”
“Like this?” she breathed, rocking against me again.
“Just like this.”
My touch turned punishing then. I didn’t relent, didn’t slow, didn’t let her take the reins again. I held fast to her hips and drove up against her clit, sucking and kissing down her neck and over her collarbone.
“You want to, don’t you?” I teased, sucking the lobe of her ear into my mouth. She moaned when I breathed my next words. “Look at you. Writhing in my lap. Rocking against my cock like you want to ride me.”
Her nails dug into my shoulders, her movements turning more frantic and jerkier. I smirked against her lips, kissing her hard as one hand held fast to her hip and the other traveled under her hoodie. I shoved the thin fabric of the bralette she wore beneath it out of my way, palming her with a satisfying whimper breaking from her lips as I did.
“That’s it, Em,” I encouraged, nipping at her lip. “That’s my filthy fucking girl.”
“Fuck,” she breathed, her head tipping back again as she rocked and bounced and used me. And goddamnit, I loved being used by her. I never wanted it to end. I never wanted to forget the way she looked completely uninhibited — skin slightly flushed, lips parted, eyes pinched shut.
The thrill coursing through my veins was palpable. I knew at any moment someone could walk through that door. Someone could see us together, catch us like this, and it’d all be over.
But I couldn’t stop.
Not with her making those sweet little noises, her nails clawing at my back, her pussy grinding against me through the fabric that separated us.
When she picked up her pace, her pelvis meeting mine with more force, I met her intensity. I rocked up harder, my sick brain loving the mix of pain and pleasure every time she ground against my cock. I plucked at her nipple, savoring the weight of her in my hand as I kissed along her jaw.
“Not so mouthy now, are you?” I teased, and I kept that one hand driving on her hip, but slid the other out from under her shirt. I trailed it up, running my fingers over her lips until she sucked two of them inside her mouth and locked her eyes on me.
My throat tightened. I pictured my cock there instead of my fingers, imagined what it would feel like to have her tongue swirl around me, to see her on her knees taking me down her throat.
“Come on, baby,” I said roughly, bucking up into her. “Come on my cock. Give me what I want. Let me hear the noises you make so I can add those to the list of everything about you that keeps me up at night.”
Then, I pulled my fingers from her moaning mouth and wrapped my hand gently around her throat.
She hummed with approval the moment I did, and then she was in control — bucking and writhing and chasing her release. I squeezed, feeling the column of her throat in my hand, savoring the way she started to quake as her release overcame her.
And then she was shuddering, moaning, my name a breath on her lips where she strained through my grip. She rocked and panted and gripped onto me like I was the only thing holding her to the earth.
Fuck.
I felt it happening before I had any chance of stopping it. Blood rushed between my thighs, my brain going fuzzy as I let myself give in to what it felt like to have Emily the way I’d wanted her since the first day we met.