Free His Pawn (The Manhattan Tales Book 1) by Willa Thorne Page A

this sweet little body.” 
    His thumb and forefinger massaged my bud, and then he slipped a finger into my heat.  I let out a breathy moan into his ear, and it only encouraged him.  Then he slipped a second finger into me. I buried my face in his neck and moaned from the pleasurable pressure he applied to me down there.  I felt him grow and harden beneath his pants.
      “You’re so tight,” he said between kisses down my neck.  His fingers moved in and out of me rapidly and I mewled in his ear.   
    “When’s the last time you were fucked good and hard?”
    I stilled, frozen in place. 
    “You have been with a man before, yes?”  He asked, sounding a little more rigid now from my silence.
    “No…” I whispered, and he retracted his fingers in response to my answer.  I gave a soft whimper of objection.  “I didn’t plan to wait this long, it just… happened.  School and work got hectic.”
    “Shit…” He whispered, seeming to say it more to himself than to me.  “I’m sorry.”
    “That’s a deal breaker, isn’t it?”  I asked, still straddling his lap.
    He thought silently, contemplating my question, but he didn’t answer me.  Again, he was impossible to read.  I expected him to push me off his lap at any second.
    “Why do you have a box of condoms in your bathroom cabinet?”  I blurted the question before he could say anything.
    He looked at me and smirked slightly.  “I enjoy sex.”
    “So you’re just looking for a cheap toy to use at the office?”  I asked.
    “No.  My last assistant would bring me coffee, and I would fuck her.  It was a consensual thing between us.  I was under the assumption that there would be no strings attached.  I didn’t realize she was a loon and quickly developed stalker tendencies.  I had to file a restraining order and I replaced her position with a much older, less attractive woman.”
    I stared at his face as he spoke, and he could see the worry in my eyes.
    “If you are still willing to sign my contract, I will gladly continue with this.” his lips lightly brushed along the nape of my neck as his fingers lightly teased my wet heat.  I nearly faltered in my thought process.
    “Yes, but I want something added into the contract.” I breathed.
    “That depends what it is?”  He asked warily.
    “You said my body will be for you and only you the next three months.  You can’t be with another during this contract period either.” I looked him square in the eyes.
    He didn’t even hesitate.  “Done.”
    He instantly plunged two fingers back into my slick folds, and immediately began fingering me.  I gasped and threw my head back as his fingers picked up the pace.
    “Look at me.” he commanded, and with his free hand, he forced my head upright. 
    My eyes focused on his.  His gaze on me flared with such intensity as his pace became rough. I gasped and moaned, feeling a build-up of overwhelming sensations.
    “Oh Mason, please…” I cried out, and he pressed a hand over my mouth.
    “Shhh, sweet thing.  This office isn’t soundproof.”  He kept his hand over my mouth.  My cries were now muffled as I looked into his eyes. 
    “I want your pleasure.  Give it to me.”
    His pace became furious, slipping a third finger into me and within seconds, I felt myself explode all over his fingers.
    “That’s it, baby,” he coaxed in a whisper.
    He continued finger fucking me through my orgasm and slowed as my stifled moans died down to gasps.  His lips pressed against mine, even as I was still breathless from an orgasm that no vibrator was ever able to give me.
    Once my breathing had quieted a little, he looked into my eyes, assessing me quietly.  He seemed hesitant about the next step.
    “I’d give myself to you freely,” I said quietly.  “I will now, no contract.” 
    His lips quirked into a slight smile, but it was the faintest of smiles before his expression became very serious.
    “Don’t get attached to me.”
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