Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
The gorgeous brunette merely clears her throat again, nodding slightly.
“In that case, just a splash of bourbon please. If you have it.”
I stride over to the bar, nodding.
“I definitely have it. Woodford Reserve good for you?”
She nods.
“Yes please.”
I pour a finger of the amber liquid into a tumbler, and then another for myself as well. Striding back to the living area, I hand Martha her drink.
“Don’t look so nervous, sweetheart,” I drawl. “I won’t bite. Not at first, at least. And trust me, it’s okay to start with some conversation. It’s not like I’m going to rip your clothes off and fuck you without even saying hello.”
The girl chokes on her drink then, so viciously that I’m alarmed. Immediately, I get up and start pounding on her back, watching as she coughs and sputters, eyes watering.
“Oh shit,” she murmurs. “There goes my mascara. Nerilda’s going to kill me.”
It’s true that her make-up has run so that her eyes look a bit blackened and droopy, but actually, I like the ravaged look. I prefer my women to appear fucked-up, even when they’re completely sane.
“Don’t worry about it,” I say in a smooth tone. “You look beautiful, Martha. You’re exactly my type in fact.”
She glances at me over the rim of her glass with innocent brown eyes.
“Really?”
“Yeah, absolutely,” I drawl. “Nerilda knows what I like, and the madame often delivers. Not this morning, of course, but most of the time.”
The brunette nods, her eyes darting to the ground.
“Definitely not this morning.”
I pin her with a look.
“So you know what happened, hmm? And you’re going to make up for the deficiency, aren’t you? That’s your job.”
The brunette looks at me with wide eyes before nodding slowly. I notice how her big bosom begins to rise and fall with her breaths. Is it from anticipation? Lust? Fear? A combination of all three? My cocks jerk in my pants, my body already hardening for conquest. Fuck, this is going to be exactly what I need.
“Yes, I suppose so,” Martha murmurs while looking down. But then she clears her throat and nods. “Of course, my prince. Just tell me what to do. Where would you like me to start?”
That’s my opening, and I smile wide, almost grimacing with anticipation.
“Good question,” I rumble. “I like my women slutty and wet, not to mention untouched. You are a virgin, aren’t you?” I ask. “And I mean, both in your pussy and your ass. Don’t try to lie either because I always know.”
Martha swallows again, her eyes still wide, but she nods slowly.
“I am, Prince Haakon. No man has ever touched me before.”
“Never?” I ask in a sibilant voice. “Again, don’t lie because I can always tell.”
Martha’s cheeks go pink, but she nods again.
“Never,” she affirms. “I swear it.”
“Good, then let’s test that claim for ourselves, shall we?” I ask. “Take off your skirt, honey, because I want to inspect you. We’ll see if you’re the virgin you claim to be.”
Martha gasps, and stares again. But then with trembling hands, she obeys. The curvaceous brunette stands before slowly slipping out of the lace top, revealing big Double Ds encased in a black bra. Then, she unzips her mini-skirt and wriggles the material off, revealing a tiny g-string that barely covers her clit. Oh shit, I’m losing it already and shift uncomfortably in my seat.
“Like this?” she mewls, standing before me in the sassy lingerie.
“No, take it all off,” I growl, blue eyes flashing. “Let’s see what Nerilda’s graced me with tonight.”
The flush on Martha’s cheeks becomes scarlet, but she obeys and slowly unsnaps her bra, revealing two huge ivory orbs, gorgeous in their creaminess. The pink nipples are already hard, and I let out a low laugh, my cocks jerking once again.
“Panties too,” I command in a rough voice.
Martha obeys, turning her back while lowering the lace before stepping out of the g-string, her curves quivering.
“Face me, sweetheart,” I rasp. “I want to see what I’ve bought.”
Martha turns slowly in high heels, and the oxygen leaves my lungs because she’s gorgeous. She’s wearing nothing but stilettos and a pair of sheer stockings that cling lovingly to her thighs. The slit between her legs is already wet, and her pussy lips are puffy.
“Show me your clit,” I rasp, blue eyes gleaming. “I want to see.”
“What?” the beautiful brunette gasps, the pulse at her throat beating like a butterfly’s wings. “I’m sorry?”
I fix her with a hungry look.
“I want to see your clit, baby. Show me.”
Martha’s totally still, quivering in place. But then, she nods and slowly turns around before parting her legs in a wide vee. She leans over so that her head’s now between her knees, her brown curls dangling to the floor.
“Can you see it, my prince?” she whispers. “Is this good?”
I shake my head, my eyes eating up the pink swollenness between her thighs.