Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Christian disappeared out of the room and came back a minute later throwing the lock on his door. "The coast is clear."
"Every time I'm with you it feels like I’m back to my days of sneaking around as a teenager," I said as I rested on my elbows.
"That's because children are tiny parents and no one can tell me otherwise." Christian got on the bed and climbed on top of me.
As soon as his body covered mine, I melted all over again. How did I always manage to go from happy, relaxed, to a turned on hot mess with him?
His hands gripped my shirt and he yanked it over my head. He tossed it to the side and came back for more. My bra ended up with my shirt. “Jesus Hannah,” he exclaimed, staring greedily at my naked breasts.
I sank my teeth into my bottom lip shyly. It felt good to be appreciated by him.
He cupped my tits by the sides and buried his face into my ample flesh. His tongue traced over each nipple before he captured one in his mouth and sucked.
My head pushed back into his pillow and I cried out quietly. I reminded myself there was a child in the house and I had to be quiet. I tossed my palm over my mouth and forced myself to be quiet even if it was the hardest thing I'd ever had to do! Heck, my boss, Christian West was sucking on my nipples and flicking his tongue over them. Had the world gone mad? Had I gone mad?
He pressed me back into the mattress with his body.
I could feel the shape of his cock as it pressed against me. Christian pushed his body against mine and I wanted to desperately rip his pants off and feel him pressed inside of me. "Shit," I whispered. "Come on."
"Not yet," he mumbled with my nipple still in his teeth.
I groaned as he licked down my breasts. Goosebumps pimpled my flesh as the air hit it. He slid his hard body down lower. His fingers slid the rest of my clothes off and his hands ran down my thighs. He pushed them up before he licked the inside of one.
I shivered. "You're kind of an asshole," I breathed.
Christian chuckled and nipped my thigh. "Why do you say that?"
"You really love to push my buttons," I countered unsteadily.
He groaned against my skin.
I fought off another of those damned shivers. His tongue dragged and swirled over my skin making it wet and sensitive. I was enraptured with the fire that lurked in his eyes.
"I love to push this button," he mumbled as he palmed my clit.
I gasped.
"You like it too, apparently."
“Apparently,” I choked out as my head dipped back and I stopped fighting him. He could torture me for the rest of the night and I would be completely and hopelessly up for it. A thick finger explored my slit before he plunged it inside me and crooked it toward him. Bliss shot through my blood and boiled it until my fingers clung to his shoulders. "Come on," I panted. "Fuck me."
“Not yet. Not until you’re begging for it,” he growled and worked his finger in deeper before he added another and rubbed against my spot.
My legs trembled in his big capable hands as he manipulated my body like a conductor in front of his orchestra. The result was a symphony of stuttered moans, tight gasps, and a high squeaky version of my voice as I begged him to take me. I wasn't ashamed of it. I wanted him so badly I could feel the want in my bones.
The symphony reached a crescendo as my back arched and I came so hard I couldn't breathe. I screamed out my pleasure. Thank God, he crushed my mouth with his to muffle the sound.
The waves of pleasure receded and I fell limp against the pillow.
Christian stood up.
My weary, glazed eyes examined him closely. I watched as he tugged off his clothes and tossed them to the side revealing a hard body that begged to be touched. My tongue came out to lick my bottom lip as his pants and boxers disappeared to reveal an enormous hard, throbbing cock.
It stood up and slid along his stomach under the low lights in his room. I could see the pre-cum beaded on the head of that beautiful dick making it look sleek and shiny. My mouth watered at the thought of tasting him. Before I even knew I wanted to move, I was already on my knees in front of him. I fisted the impressive length, squeezed, and stroked it as I took in the heady scent of his manhood.
"Fuck," he groaned hoarsely. "Do you have to worship it like that?"
"It's a beautiful thing," I whispered as I gazed up at him. "And it's like this just for me."