Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Almost against my will, my body hummed with awareness.
Edward fisted his hand in my hair and pulled. My back bowed. His cock went in even deeper.
My palms were slick against the table surface as I tried to raise my torso and push my hips back.
Edward’s breath was uneven as he growled, “Next time, I’m going to lick that sweet pussycat of yours but for now I want you to come only from my cock.”
I tried to shake my head but his grip on my hair prevented me. I made an embarrassing gurgling sound as I tried to speak. Finally, I gasped out, “I can’t. I can’t come that way. I never have.”
Edward pulled his cock out until only the head remained inside of me. “With me you will, baby girl.”
He then thrust in deep.
This time he increased the rhythmic speed of his thrusts. The heavy table shifted against the linoleum from the power of his movements.
I lifted my hand off the table, intending to press my fingers against my clit.
“Don’t you dare,” he warned. He then spanked my ass as he continued thrusting.
The combination sent a shockwave between my legs. Unable to stop myself, I cried out, “Yes! Oh, God! Yes!”
Edward laughed as he spanked me again. The slap of his palm sharpened the dulling pain from his belt whipping. Every inch of the skin on my ass burned and prickled.
I ground myself against the edge of the table as he pounded into me. I could feel the pressure build between my legs only to rise and pool inside my stomach like molten metal.
Edward yanked on my hair harder as he unrelentingly pummeled into me from behind. He raised his arm and smacked my ass hard just as his hips connected with my punished ass.
He ground out, “That’s my sweet girl.”
The dubious endearment uttered in his dark and guttural voice combined with the thrusting of his cock was my final undoing. For the first time in my life, I came just from a man fucking me. Wave after wave of light euphoria crested over me. I had to cling to the table to keep my knees from buckling as my heart raced and my cheeks heated from my shameless orgasm.
Edward yanked on my hair one last time as he shouted his own release.
Moments later he pulled out. As I lay sprawled on the table, afraid or simply unable to move, I felt him flip my dress down. At first, I thought it was a sensitive gesture to cover my nakedness after such a fierce display. I was disavowed of that notion when he then used my dress hem to wipe the come off his cock.
I heard him raise his zipper. I then heard the rustle of clothing. Through half-closed eyes I watched him rebutton his shirt and shrug into his suit coat. He tossed his tie around his neck but left the ends dangling as he approached my still form.
I flinched as he caressed my back.
Edward wrapped his hand around my upper arm and pulled me upright. He placed two fingers under my chin and lifted my head to meet his gaze. I tried to avert my eyes, but I could actually feel his displeasure and obediently pulled my gaze back to his.
He leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. “Next time I’ll lick that sweet pussy until you purr, pet.”
My jaw stiffened as I forced the words through my teeth. “There won’t be a next time. I want to forget this ever happened.”
He walked over to Dr. Jekyll’s journal and ripped out a page. He then tucked it and a vial of red liquid into his inside suit pocket. Afterward, he bent down and picked up my discarded panties. He raised them to his nose and, to my horror, inhaled deeply before tucking them into his breast pocket as if they were a silk pocket square. He gave me an insolent wink before strolling past me. He called over his shoulder, “Trust me, baby girl. There will be a next time.”
I ran after him a few steps before I couldn’t trust my vision to navigate the glass and equipment-laden tables of the laboratory. “Please, Edward. Please don’t tell Henry about this!”
Edward turned with his hand on the doorknob. “Something tells me he’ll know without my breathing a word.”
His laughter mocked me all the way down the hallway as he left.
CHAPTER 9
HYDE
Awell-dressed gentleman of taste among a sea of off-the-rack polyester approached me.
I raised my glass of Pappy Van Winkle aged bourbon in greeting. “You must be Dorian Gray.”
He bowed his head in acknowledgement. “And you must be Edward Hyde.” He unbuttoned his tailored suit coat and took the upholstered seat beside me. He then gestured to a passing tuxedoed attendant and ordered a bottle of William Fevre Chablis Vaulorent.