Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 134133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 671(@200wpm)___ 537(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 671(@200wpm)___ 537(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
I don’t know if it’s being on his lap or the suggestive way his mouth moves as he takes a sip of the coffee I just poured him, but when he murmurs, “Mm. Perfect,” I feel his words and the approval in his voice pour through me like warm honey. It settles low in my gut, and I become achingly aware of him. The feel of his strong thighs beneath my butt, the glimpse of skin with those top two buttons undone.
Maybe the subservient act of filling his coffee tripped triggers in my brain or something, I don’t know, but there’s tension in my pussy that should not be there.
For a moment, it feels like just us in the room, then his mom attempts to bring things back to a much more pleasant level. “So, do you two have anything planned today?”
Silvan nods, his grip on me tightening when I instinctively start to move off his lap. I’m a bit embarrassed, but I stay put. “Yeah,” Silvan says easily. “We’re going to do a little shopping.”
“Oh, that’ll be nice.”
“Mm-hmm,” he murmurs, setting the cup down but meeting my gaze. “I love spoiling my girl.”
Chapter twenty-six
Silvan
I have Hugh waiting outside as soon as breakfast is finished.
My dad was a lot this morning and I want to get Sophie out of there before he makes my job even fucking harder this weekend.
The good news is, by casting himself as the bad guy, he seems to have thrust me into the hero role—which isn’t the one I’ve really had the chance to play since Sophie has made me chase her so relentlessly. Maybe he knew what he was doing, or maybe he was just being an ass. Whatever his motives, the result is a much more pliant Sophie than I expected to have on my hands today.
I’m liking it.
When we slide into the back of the limo, she scoots in right next to me.
The way she looks up at me, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think she wants to be fucked.
Maybe she does and she just doesn’t know how to ask for it.
That’s all right. I don’t need her to ask. I’m more than happy to play the aggressor, so I do, testing my theory and lifting her up, pulling her on my lap facing me and yanking up that tight little pencil skirt.
Since she’s not wearing any panties, her pussy is fully exposed and the sight of it makes me growl.
She tightens her thighs, embarrassed, and starts to shift away.
I grab her hips, holding her tight against my cock, then slide one hand to the small of her back to pull her even closer. She gasps when I butt my cock against her through the fabric of my pants. I hold her hips and force her close again, using my grip on her to make her grind her pussy against me.
A helpless moan slips past her lips before she can stop it.
Fuck me.
"Silvan," she says softly, her eyes closed. I think it's a half-assed plea for me to stop, but I also think it's only something she's saying out of habit, so I don't. I pull her against me again, moving my hips to force her to rub against my cock through my pants.
She groans and drops her head to my shoulder, her hair falling all over my neck. The way she's breathing in my ear and clinging to me is getting me so fucking hard right now.
"Does my pretty girl wanna get fucked?"
She'd never admit it if she did so I don't expect her to now. Without waiting for a response, I slide my hand under her skirt and tease her entrance.
"Kiss my neck," I tell her, since she's right there and I want to feel her lips on me.
I'm not sure she'll do it since I'm not threatening her with anything, but my heart thuds in my chest when she turns her head and I feel her soft lips press against my skin.
To reward her obedience, I slide my palm under her pussy and push my thumb up to brush her clit. I feel her breath rush against my neck as I circle that sensitive nub, teasing it with my thumb until she's restless and writhing in my lap.
With her words, she'd never admit she wants me, but she does with her mouth. Since I asked for kisses, she starts kissing my neck with renewed desperation, giving me what she knows I want so I'll give her what she wants but is too afraid to ask for.
I don't know why she's so ashamed of her own desires, but I could feel it last night when I was fucking her at her professor's house. She didn't want it until she did, but when I gave her what she needed, she came so hard, she nearly cried.