Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 100441 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100441 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
It’s sensory overload. It’s a dream come true.
A dream I never knew I had until I met him, but one I’ve had frequently since I started working for him.
“Shit.” I break away.
Ryder’s forehead scrunches. “What?”
“This is …”
He closes the small gap between us again. “Inevitable.”
“I-inev—”
“I never should’ve hired you.”
“Ouch.”
Ryder laughs. “You’re great with Kaylee. Perfect. But ever since you arrived, I’ve been fighting this.” His mouth is back on mine, and whatever strength I had to try to stop this no longer exists.
I pull him even closer, groping and groaning. We stumble and manage to knock over the one piece of furniture in here—a lonely stool.
Ryder turns us and backs me up against the padded soundproof wall.
All the while, I don’t stop my assault on his mouth, his tongue … his fucking pouty lips.
He presses against me, his cock dragging against mine in slow, torturous thrusts that only seem to increase in pressure as we both rock our hips.
It’s going to be over really soon if we don’t stop.
I grip his hips and gently separate our lower halves.
Ryder pulls his mouth away. “What now?”
“You feel too good.”
The sides of his sexy as sin lips quirk. “Why’s that a problem?”
“Because I’ll ruin a completely decent pair of your sweatpants.”
Ryder teases me by running his finger along the waistband. “I can fix that problem.”
I let out a string of harsh curses when he sinks to his knees.
My cock is so hard Ryder’s sweats are tented right in front of his face. He glances up at me with a mischievous grin before running his nose and mouth along the outline of my cock over the material.
I groan because I want more, then groan even harder when he pulls the sweatpants down my legs.
The anticipation of his mouth on my cock has a bead of precum slipping out of the tip. But he doesn’t put his mouth on me. Instead, he slowly stands.
He looks me in the eye as he leans in to kiss me softly.
My cock is needy and feeling neglected, but the next second, his fingers wrap around my hard length.
I jerk forward and almost lose it.
I have to grab onto him. Anywhere I can grip him. My hands grasp his shoulders while he pumps up and down. He jerks me slowly but firmly.
I gasp and break from his mouth but keep our foreheads together. Our breaths mix, and his grip on my cock tightens, making me weak in the knees.
“Fuck, you’re good at that.”
“I’ve had a lot of practice,” Ryder murmurs.
“Oh. Right. The no-dating thing. Maybe I should …” I reach for him.
Together, we get his cock free, and then we’re back to making out and jerking each other off. It’s sloppy yet controlled at the same time. Ryder definitely knows what he’s doing, but there’s an urgency to it and a need to get to the finish line that makes it messier.
I want to argue a cum-stained shirt isn’t ideal either, but then again, the chance to say I came all over his face isn’t an opportunity I can pass up.
Plus, removing it will require me to stop touching him, and I can’t when his long, thick cock is pulsing in my hand and leaking for me.
Ryder breaks his mouth from mine despite my whine of protest, but he doesn’t go far. He stares down at us as we work each other over, his breaths fast and wispy.
“I need to …” He doesn’t finish his sentence.
I just nod. “Ditto.”
He tilts his hips, and our hands bump against each other. It takes a second to realize what he’s doing, and when I release his dick, he guides my hand to wrap around both of us.
Pressed against him, I throw my head back as he keeps his hand on top of mine, guiding me to jerk us both at the same time.
“So good,” he whispers.
“Mm” is all I can manage.
Ryder’s mouth lands on the junction between my neck and shoulder, and he sucks hard.
“Holy fuck.”
The hard love bite, the frantic way we’re getting each other off, it’s rough and consuming, needy yet intimate.
I stroke faster, and he sucks on my neck harder.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” I tip over the edge, spilling into both our hands and God knows where else.
Ryder thrusts his hips forward harder. Once. Then twice.
I’m still trying to catch my breath when he shudders in my arms.
More cum goes everywhere.
Ryder holds me to him until he stops convulsing, and even then, he’s slow to pull out of my arms.
A heaviness falls between us, like an elephant just walked into the room and neither of us wants to acknowledge it.
My mouth is dry, my throat scratchy. “So, that happened,” I croak.
We’re covered in our own mess, but we don’t move to clean ourselves up.
Ryder doesn’t look me in the eye as he laughs. “Yeah. It did.”