Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
My thoughts are interrupted when he thumbs open the button of his slacks and pulls down his fly, baring the massive bulge in his boxers. I swallow heavily as I watch him push his pants and boxers down in one smooth motion, stepping free of his shoes and socks as well.
He’s huge. The kind of huge I didn’t think existed outside of carefully angled pornos, framed by a neat thatch of dark hair. It hangs down against his thigh even when he’s hard, too big to stay up against his stomach under its own weight. My heart skips several beats when I realize that’s going to be inside of me.
Suddenly, the fingers he fucked me open with don’t seem like enough.
He grins at me like he knows exactly what’s going through my mind, but doesn’t give me time to say anything before he grabs me by my hips and yanks me to the edge of the bed. His mouth crashes into mine, violent and demanding, as he strips my dress off along with my panties. The cool air hits my naked skin, causing a shiver to rush over me, but it’s nothing compared to the tremble that rushes through me when he steps back again, both of us naked and out of breath.
“Hands and knees,” he instructs, just as authoritative as he is in the boardroom, only now all of that attention is focused solely on watching me get into position for him.
I scramble to flip over on my stomach, raising my hips toward him and arching my back in an appealing curve. He makes a dark, approving little sound, but his hand crashes down on my ass in a sharp spank. I jolt, exhaling heavily as he rounds the bed to kneel in front of me.
“Face the mirror, Miss Morgan,” he instructs, nodding his chin over my shoulder. “You’ve got a show to put on.”
My breath catches in my lungs at the reminder, and I glance behind me to see our reflections staring back at me. There’s no way to know who’s on the other side, if anyone is at all.
I feel my pussy clench in desire at the thought of someone seeing me like this.
Fuck.
I spin to face the mirror, watching the way Nick’s eyes travel over my body as I do. His hands fall onto my waist as he pulls me further back, pushing me exactly where he wants me. I shiver at the sight of it.
He looks so much bigger than me, his chest a broad wall of muscle and his hands nearly meeting around my waist. His hair is dark in contrast to the chestnut brown of my own, and he looks powerful. Strong. In control.
He slides one hand up from my waist to fist in my hair, meeting my eyes in the mirror as he tugs me up far enough to scrape his teeth over my jugular again.
I whine at the sensation, my eyes rolling back in my head when I feel the blunt head of his cock resting against my pussy. He’s going to tear me in half, and I’m going to love every fucking second of it.
“Say please,” he whispers into my ear, holding me still by the hand in my hair.
“Please,” I whimper.
A breathless laugh falls from his lips as he presses a kiss to my cheek before dropping me back down to the bed. I manage to catch myself on my hands just as he takes hold of my waist.
He thrusts deep with one brutal, unwavering roll of his hips, and before I have a chance to take a breath, my orgasm slams into me. It comes out of nowhere, white-hot pleasure searing up my spine when he bottoms out. All I can do is shout as my whole body tenses up. Nick grunts, his hips jerking forward instinctively as my pussy flutters around him.
“Just like that?” He laughs, just on the right side of mean even as his lashes flutter in pleasure.
“Nick,” I whine, unable to come up with anything other than his name as I shake through the aftershocks.
“Hush, baby, I’ve got you.”
His hands clamp down hard enough to bruise as he starts up a brutal rhythm, pulling almost all of the way out before slamming back into me on every thrust.
It has my head spinning—too much too soon after an orgasm I wasn’t ready for, but he doesn’t slow down for a second. He fucks me like a doll, yanking me back and forth over his massive cock as quiet noises of pleasure drip from his lips.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans, grinding deep inside of me. “So tight and wet around my cock.”
I whimper in overwhelmed bliss, my arms shaking and my fingers curling helplessly in the dark silk sheets. Nick moans as he carves a place for himself inside of me, stretching me out to fit every last inch of his cock. I drop my head down between my shoulders as I moan breathlessly, my hair hanging like a curtain over my face.