Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Even more, she wants it. With soft, trembling fingers, she undoes my belt and then unzips my pants. My shaft pops out from the restraint and she gasps.
“Oh my!”
I nod, chuckling harshly.
“It’s big, but I know you can take it, honey.”
She stares at the hardness in front of her, but then her hands stroke me gently, one finger running lightly up the vein at the bottom. The air evaporates from my lungs as pure pleasure shoots through my form. Shit, this girl already has me in the palm of her hand, and I think she knows it.
Then, Natalie ups the ante. Never taking her eyes from my shaft, she leans forward before wrapping her lips around my tip. Ever so slowly she moves up and down, sucking gently while mewling with pleasure. The slow speed was a turn on for me. So many women moved fast and didn’t appreciate the sensitivity that only tantalizing slowness can bring.
My balls lifted a bit and I jetted a spurt of pre-come into her mouth. Natalie’s eyes grew wide, but she didn’t budge. Instead, another low purr of pleasure came from her chest and her suction increased as she moved slowly up and down once more.
“Fuck baby, you’re going to be the death of me,” I rasped while running my hands through her hair. Her blonde ponytail came undone and I stroked her curls, loving the way her cheeks hollowed with every deep pull.
“I like the way you taste, Mr. Crane,” she whispered, pulling off me for a moment. “You’re salty and sweet,” she giggled before kissing the tip and encircling my shaft with her lips once more.
Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. This woman is pure sex on legs. My balls rose uncontrollably and I grabbed her hair, suddenly needing it hard and deep. I pressed her head down with probably more force than I should have, but she didn’t flinch at all. Instead, Natalie took it all like a pro, another moaning sound of pleasure coming from deep within her chest.
That was it. I was gone. I pressed her head hard down onto my cock, face-fucking the sweet girl roughly, and then ejaculated with a quick rush.
“Fuck fuck fuck!” I moaned throatily. “Oh shit!” Hot rushes of seed spurted into her mouth, but Natalie never faltered. The sweet girl swallowed it all, her hands and lips moving in time. Then she lifted her head, eyes sparkling and wide.
“Like I said, Mr. Crane, you taste good.”
Her tongue literally had my come on it as she looked up at me with her sweet face and smiled. Oh fuck, this girl is dirty. With my finger I picked up the last drop from my hardness and traced her bottom lip with it as if I were applying lipstick. Like a coy little cat, she opened up and sucked my finger.
Jesus, I wasn’t prepared for the desire I had for this woman. I wanted to take her right then but then my secretary buzzed using the intercom.
“Mr. Crane, your morning meeting is here,” Abigail said in a neutral tone. “Should I send them in?”
“No, no, give me a minute,” I growled, never taking my eyes from the sweet girl kneeling at my feet. “I’ll be finished in five.” Then I clicked off and Natalie stood, pushing her skirt down.
“I should go,” she whispered, straightening her blouse. But I wasn’t about to let her go just like that. My big hand skated to her thigh and then slowly moved up that smooth creaminess until I was at the hem of her panties.
“Do you want this?” I asked in a low voice. “For real, sweetheart.”
She bit her lip and nodded, and as if on cue, my finger slipped beneath the cotton and gently slid over her swollen lips. They were drenched and I had half a mind to cancel my meeting before taking Natalie on my desk. But then I remembered it was the new investors who wanted to talk about something or other, so I merely dipped a finger into her well before withdrawing it and placing her wetness into my mouth.
“I’m not the only one who tastes good,” I rasped while meeting her glazed eyes. “You’ll be getting more soon enough, sugar.”
She nodded, blinking slowly, and then turned to exit. But that’s when I stopped her.
“Oh and Natalie?” I called.
She spun in her heel in slow-motion, her blonde curls spilling over her shoulders.
“Yes, Mr. Crane?” she asked.
“Enjoy your sugar substitute,” I wink.
She manages a faint smile my way, and then turns the knob and leaves, shutting the door softly behind her. Okay, four minutes until my meeting. I leaned back in my chair, stretching my arms behind my head while feeling very satisfied. After all, how often does a day at work begin like this? I like how things have started, and there’s only more to come for the not-so-innocent blonde.