Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“Okay,” she gasps as I circle a finger around her clit. “I’m about as ready as I need to be.”
Yeah, she’s drenched, and as much as I’d love to get her off just once before I fuck her, we’re on the clock. Nothing matters except for this moment, this intense and forbidden connection between us.
My dick is hard as a rock and I push my pants down a little farther. I consider fucking her against the wall like I did the other night, but nah… something different.
Gaze landing on the lone barstool, I spin her around toward it. “Bend over.”
She drops without hesitation, back arching and ass sticking up toward me as she braces herself. I reach to the side, push her sweater up and out of the way, stroking my hand on the soft skin. I slip a finger inside her and she jerks.
“North,” she moans as I work her. “Please.”
I want nothing more than to sink into her, but instead I slip a hand around her front and under her sweater where I palm one of her breasts. I squeeze, seek her nipple through the lace of her bra and roll it between my thumb and forefinger.
She gasps and wiggles her ass, but I ignore it. Bending over her, I bring my other hand between her legs and rub at her most sensitive spot. Farren makes a choking sound, pushes back against me in a silent plea for my cock.
Doesn’t seem to matter that we might be caught at any moment, I’m too invested in her pleasure now. I circle her clit and every few strokes, I plunge a finger inside her wet channel. Farren groans, flexes her hips and I let her ride my hand for a bit.
I lower myself until my chest is pressed against her back, fucking her a little harder with my fingers. “Feel good?”
“So good,” she moans. “But I want more.”
I plunge deep into her, relentlessly searching for that sweet spot within. My thumb presses down on her clit, eliciting desperate moans and pleas for release. I can sense her climax approaching as she’s trembling and struggling to catch her breath.
I let go of her breast, take my dick in hand and thrust into her with zero finesse and all brute force. Farren cries out as she takes me, her orgasm ripping free as she convulses all around me.
“Oh God! Oh God. Oh God.” She chants over again as I fuck her hard and without mercy. I chase the same orgasm she just had.
My heart thuds relentlessly against my rib cage, the sound of blood rushing in my ears. Slick beads of sweat roll down my flushed forehead and I focus intently on the sounds coming from Farren. With each thrust, I sink deeper into her warmth and her moans of pleasure urge me on.
I’d hoped she’d come again, but there’s no holding back my release. My entire body tenses as I erupt inside her with a long groan of satisfaction. It goes on and on, ripping me apart in all the right ways.
My hips continue to thrust shallowly against her and Farren reaches back, presses her hand to my thigh where she squeezes, as if she’s trying to give me some measure of comfort.
“Fuck, that was good,” I say, still pumping slowly as the last effects of my orgasm fade away.
“Didn’t think you could top the other night, but damn, North… that was intense.”
I smile, feeling a little proud of myself. With my hands on her hips, I pull out of her.
Farren straightens and glances around. “Hand me that roll of paper towels, would you?”
I glance at it and then back to her, shaking my head. “I don’t think so.”
She arches an eyebrow as I squat down to grab her panties. I tap her leg, indicating I want her to hold it up. She does so and I slip the lace over one foot, then the other. “I want you to feel that wetness for the rest of the night. I want to watch you out there, talking to all our friends, knowing that your panties are soaked with what I just gave you.”
“Jesus,” she whimpers, letting me slide them up her legs and over her hips. “Why is that so fucking hot?”
Chuckling, I rise and brush my lips against hers. “No clue but fuck if I don’t like knowing you’re wearing my brand tonight.”
Her eyes narrow slightly. “You know, I’ve never been with someone so high-handed before.” She bends to grab her jeans and shimmies into them.
“Really?” I ask. “Or do you just mean that you were always in control?”
“A little of that,” she admits with a sly smile.
“Well, get used to it,” I say as I rest my back against the shelves. “You may have set the boundaries, but I’ll be in charge of how we operate within them.”