Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
I hoped that meant Crewe was going to fire him. Dunbar had had it out for me since the day I came around. This was the third time he’d hit me.
Crewe helped me to my feet before he cradled me into his chest. One hand moved into my hair, while his other hand wrapped around my waist. He looked down at me like he was examining me again, making sure I was okay. “If Dunbar had left a scar on you, I would have killed him. I can’t have a bloody date to the opening next weekend.”
I was automatically offended by the statement. He didn’t care about my safety, just about my presentation. Making him fall for me seemed even more unlikely now.
His thumb brushed along my cheek before he lifted my chin. “What happened?”
“I was walking by, and he called me a whore…so I punched him.”
He sighed and shook his head. “No wonder why he came after you.”
“Well, I don’t appreciate being called a whore. Anytime I leave the room, he treats me like a criminal.”
“What were you doing?”
“Looking for you.”
“Did you tell him that?”
“Yes. I’m telling you, the guy just hates me.”
Now that he knew I was okay, he looked down at my outfit. He seemed to like it because his mood picked up slightly. “You look pretty.”
“Thanks…” The compliment seemed sincere, and that made me melt like butter.
“What did you want to see me for?”
I shrugged. “I missed you…” I held my breath after I said the words, unsure how he would receive them. I was jacking up the affection, and I was afraid he would recognize its lack of sincerity. I went from telling him off all the time to needing him. He wasn’t stupid, so he might catch on.
But he didn’t seem to find it suspicious. His eyes softened in reaction, and his thumb moved to the corner of my mouth. He stared at my lips before he leaned in and kissed me, a soft and gentle caress that made me feel like something more besides his prisoner. “Here I am. At your service.”
“Can we have breakfast? Then go back to the room.”
“I already ate.” He looked down my dress to my cleavage line. “But I have some time…”
I climbed on the edge of the bed with my legs spread apart and my heels still on.
Crewe came up behind me, and he stilled when he realized I didn’t have panties on. “Jesus Christ…” He undid his slacks and allowed his cock to come free, pulsing and thick. He positioned himself at my entrance then shoved himself inside me in one fluid motion.
I leaned forward slightly and closed my eyes, surprised how incredible he felt. “Crewe…”
“Lovely, I love it when you say my name.” He gripped the back of my neck and shoved my face into the mattress, making my back curve at a deeper angle so my pussy was more accessible to him. He let his dick rest inside me for a second before he began to thrust.
I wanted him to enjoy me, to enjoy me on a scale he never enjoyed the others. I needed to seduce him with sex and affection, so I did something I’d never done before. I sucked my forefinger into my mouth then fingered my ass so he could see.
He slowed down to watch me, his pants turning into moans. “London…”
It was the first time he’d ever said my name during sex. He usually called me by my pet name, but never my true name. I fingered myself harder, pushing my forefinger in and out. I’d never done any ass play, so the action felt even more foreign. But I did what I had to do to survive. No one could judge me for that.
“Damn, you’re incredible.”
The more aroused he was, the wetter I became. I could feel his cock thickening inside me, reaching a new level of hardness. My drenched pussy provided the ideal lubrication so he could slide through with perfect friction. “I want your come…”
His fingers dug into my hips. “It’s coming, Lovely. Keep fingering that asshole, and it’ll be here.”
I moaned through my actions, getting into it when I didn’t expect to enjoy it. I didn’t expect to enjoy anything with Crewe, but I realized he was the best sex I’d ever had. When I slept with other men, I never expected to have an orgasm. And when it did happen, I was grateful. But with Crewe, I came every time. It was a standard that guided my expectations. My life had been stripped from me, but at least I was getting the best sex of my life.
I moaned into the comforter as I came, squeezing his cock until it was bruised. I felt my pussy pool with more moisture from the climax. Now I was so wet I was dripping on the bed.