Blurb
All
she wanted was to eat lunch alone on her favourite bench in the park,
but Evan Spider had other plans.
Miss
Maryann Muffet is walking through life in a daze, numb from the
burdens of her husband and father’s deaths, and the heavy workload
she inherited with the family business.
Evan
Spider is a new employee, determined to break her out of her daily
funk, by waking her sexuality with his dashing good looks and
persistent nature.
She
might own the company, but he will own her.
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Excerpt
The
wine is helping to rid my mind of the handsome stranger that was
plaguing my thoughts. I pour another glass and then slip into a clean
chemise.
The
sheets feel cool and silky against my skin. It’s the best feeling
in the world, aside from orgasms, of course. I could have both!
I
reach into my nightstand and feel around for the dildo and vibrator I
have stashed near the back of the drawer.
The
second my eyes close, I see him.
He’s
sitting in a chair in front of me; sleeves rolled up over his thick
forearms, dress shirt half unbuttoned, tie hanging loosely around his
neck, and his hands clasped behind his head.
I
know he’s there to watch me because watching turns him on. He
doesn’t want to touch me, not yet. He sits unmoving, lips parted
slightly, tongue slowly tasting his lower lip.
My
eyes sink down his body as I touch the vibrator to my swelling clit.
His exposed chest rises and falls slowly, pressing his tiny nipples
against the edges of the thin, pale green fabric. His abs, although I
can’t see them through his shirt, I imagine them to be strong and
perfectly formed.
I
slip the dildo inside of me, realizing just how slick my opening is.
He
is doing this to me, making me wet for him.
I
can see him hovering above me, his cock pushing deeper and deeper
into me until I am completely filled with his massive girth. My hand
moves quickly, acting on his behalf, and fucking me with an intensity
that would be suiting of his personality.
The
vibrator is making good work of my stiff clit, sending pleasure
radiating throughout me. I can’t wait to let myself go, to give in
to the orgasm that wants to claim my sanity.
He
fucks me fast, slamming the tip of his cock against my cervix with a
hard thud.
I
imagine him saying, “Let go, Maryann. Cum for me.”
“Yes,
Evan! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! I’m coming!”
I’m
nearly yelling, hoping he’ll hear me and burst through my bedroom
door to finish the job himself. I want to smell him, to feel the heat
from his skin. I want his breath on my face as he cries out when his
orgasm shreds through him.
I’m
swept away when the distant, lightheaded sensation takes hold of my
mind, carrying it away. My body jerks, once, twice. My lungs deflate,
ridding my mind of every ounce of stress that was burdening it.
I
lie there for a moment, panting heavily, before removing the dildo
from my spasming pussy.
I
hadn’t orgasmed in months. I’d forgotten how fantastic it feels,
so I make a mental note to do this more often.
