Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
“Fuck, I needed this pussy,” he said in a deep growl as he looked down at our joined bodies. “You look so damn good, stretched around me like that. Taking my dick like such a good girl, Tink.”
My body trembled, and I gripped the edge of the table to keep from falling backward as he pumped into me harder.
“Best fucking cunt I’ve ever had,” he grunted, his eyes taking on a wild look. “I can’t get it out of my head. I think about it all the time, Tink. How tight it squeezes me. How amazing you smell. How I want to stay buried inside you, listening to those sexy little cries you make all the fucking time.”
He slammed into me, grabbing my waist, and I reached out to hold on to him.
“I want you walking around with my cum dripping out of you all the time. NO one else touches this. MY cunt. My fucking pussy,” he snarled as if he were making a claim for someone other than me to hear.
My climax hit me, and Micah covered my cry with his hand as he watched me ride the wave of the orgasm. His eyes locked on mine. I was mesmerized by him. The way his jaw flexed, his eyes flared, and then the slight slack in his jaw as he jerked, then shuddered, pulling me against his chest.
I wrapped my arms around him, gasping as he pumped his release inside me. He hadn’t done this before. I had a doctor’s appointment tomorrow to start the shot for birth control. He’d gotten tested and then stopped using condoms with me, but he had been pulling out.
I should be worried. We shouldn’t be staying here like this. But I didn’t want him to let me go. I’d never felt more connected to another person in my life. The part of me that had always felt alone, unwanted, wasn’t there. With Micah, I felt complete.
“I’m sorry,” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “I lost control.”
“It’s okay. I mean, it’s safe. Right? I am due to start my period in three days. That’s”—I paused, feeling my face flush—“not an, uh, fertile time.” Yes, I had Googled it.
“Can’t say that has ever been an issue for me. Not something I’ve had to worry about, seeing as you’re the only female I want to shoot my load in like a fucking caveman.”
I buried my face against his chest and giggled. Yes, I giggled.
His deep chuckle made me feel warm inside as he held me tighter to him. “You’ve got my head all kinds of fucked up, Tink.”
A knock at the door reminded me where we were, and I dropped my hands and looked up at Micah, panicked. He just grinned like we hadn’t just had sex at my job.
“Hey, uh, Dolly. I hate to interrupt, but Professor Yow is here, looking for Lewin’s Essential Genes. He said you had held it for him,” Zander called through the door.
I shoved Micah back and scrambled off the desk, straightening my panties and then pulling down my skirt. “Oh, yes, I’ll be right there,” I told him.
“Okay.” Zander’s tone suggested he knew exactly what we had been doing. He seemed to be on the verge of laughter.
I covered my warm cheeks with my palms, scanning the room for the book I had set aside for the professor.
Micah walked over and bent down to pick up a book, then held it out to me. “Looking for this?”
I grabbed it and sighed in relief. “Yes.”
He reached out and pulled me to him, kissing my forehead. “Make this quick,” he told me. “I’m ready to put you on the back of my bike.”
I stared up at him. His bike. He’d had a new battery put in my car, and he had been bringing me to work in my car the past few days. I’d thought he had changed his mind about my riding on his bike. He’d been so against it, as if it were a privilege he wasn’t willing to hand out to anyone.
“You brought your bike?” I asked.
“Yeah, Tink.” Then, he nodded his head toward the door. “Let’s give this to the guy who has a hard-on for me and leave.”
I let out a laugh. “You mean, Zander?”
“He’s not subtle. Let’s just say that.”
I patted his chest. “Stop walking around like a sex god, and folks won’t drool.”
This time, it was Micah who laughed.
Zander was busy helping someone when we left, but he winked at me, then waggled his eyebrows. Micah kept his arm over my shoulders on the way outside to the bike. When we got there, I saw the pink helmet on the seat of the bike.
I paused and looked up at him.
“What?” he asked, trying not to smile. He was pleased with himself.