Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“Yes.” Her voice cracks.
“Yes, what?” I adjust myself, because this fucking need I have for her seems to be growing, not dissipating. Like a man obsessed, I was in and out of court today and didn’t even go back to the office afterward. Instead, I had Rebecca fill me in on the way home.
I came in here to have Zack bring me up to speed on anything new. And I updated him to have all the guys keep eyes out for the paparazzi. After last night, and the pro football player, they tend to come around. And I just had a feeling that my girl would be snooping. I would… fuck, I’m doing it right now.
But she doesn’t need to know that, or that I have all her health records, grades, anything and everything. See, I knew I’d fuck her the second I heard her sassy mouth and saw her long legs as she leaned over my island. I knew she was on the pill, which is why I’m not wrapping up my dick. The virgin part was a surprise, though.
“Yes, Mr. Powers.” She licks her puffy lips and I grin, because I was gonna wait until later to fuck her, but plans change.
“And?” I growl, cutting the feed to my bedroom.
“I’m a bad girl…” Her voice catches at the end, and I feel like a fucking teenager as I leave the room.
Nodding at Zack, I say, “Be ready,” then hang up and walk across my yard, almost feeling her mind race. She wants to run, yet she has the same fucked-up craving. We both need each other to ease our aches. This need? That’s our fix.
My cock is her drug, same as her pussy is mine, and I’m starting to already think of how I’ll fuck her when Rachel comes back. When I open the back door, the house is silent. A faint smell of lemon and mint fills the room. I go straight up the stairs and swing my bedroom door open.
She sits on my bed, hands clutching my comforter on both sides in a death grip.
I walk in and pull off my belt, filling the room with a loud snap. She jumps.
“I… I’m so sorry,” she announces, her head held high, and for a second, I let her scent and beauty distract me. Then I snap my belt, causing her to scream. Turning, I lock the door.
“Lie on the bed, dress up,” I hiss as I march toward her. She holds her hands up, as if that could stop me, but whatever she thinks I’m gonna do, I’m not.
“Wait. I… how do you even know.” Her chest rises and falls. She looks terrified, and I smile.
“Raven, would you like it if I went through your personal stuff?” My voice holds judgment, but there’s that irony: I’ve done way worse; I literally know how many yeast infections she’s had.
“No. I…” She takes a breath. “This is not me.” Her eyes dart to mine, then the belt, then back to me. “I pride myself on… Oh my God.” Her eyes widen as I toss my belt on the bed. It looks like a black snake against the starched white comforter cover.
“I’m not sure what you think you saw or heard—”
“Bed. Panties off, dress up, relax and breathe.” Turning, I remove my suit jacket.
“Now, Raven,” I say. She nods and shimmies out of her panties.
“Do you want my sandals on or off, Mr. Powers?”
I turn, removing my tie. “On.”
She nods.
“Lift your dress.” She slowly does, and her long legs tease me. Christ, she’s like candy. No matter how much I eat her, I want more.
“Show me.” I pull my shirt off, my eyes dipping to her pussy. She’s waxed, but unlike a lot of women who have all the hair removed, Raven has chosen to keep at least a landing strip.
The room crackles with our energy. It’s almost violent. She tries to breathe through her fear. I have to go slow so as not to hurt her because, for some reason, Raven makes me want to care for her, spoil her, control her…
“Fuck. You’re ready.” Unzipping my slacks, I watch her eyes widen. A small gasp escapes her when my cock springs free, extending up past my belly button.
“I…” She licks her lips again as if she doesn’t know what to say.
“Get on the bed on all fours.” She hesitates as I kick off my slacks and tower over her.
“I don’t like to wait.” My tone is soft. I stroke my cock. Jesus Christ, have I ever been so turned on? She obeys, and my eyes feast on the clear plug sitting in the spot where my cock will be very soon.
“Jett?” She freezes, realizing her mistake, and I almost take pity on her. Her eyes fill with tears.
“I mean, Mr. Powers.”