Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
I stop dead in my tracks when I see a blonde with curves for days, tight black pencil skirt, a flowy flowered top that she has tucked in, and shoes that elongate her whole fucking body. She has the perfect hour glass figure from behind; round tight ass, small midsection, legs that never end, and when she turns around her tits are just as plentiful. I may have to rethink a hot shower at this point and take a cold one to make my cock-stand go down and stop tenting my black slacks. I let my gaze travel up that rocking body to her face and all I can think about is how gorgeous she is. She has hazel eyes, luscious, pouty lips that I know would plump up even more after I’ve kissed her or she’s had them wrapped around my cock.
She’s got her head down, and from the tightness of her features you can tell she’s upset, but she still manages to keep a smile on her face. For some reason, that just makes me that much harder.
“Checking in under Justin Steele, please.” I say to the receptionist. I’m not at a deluxe type hotel, but it's not a roach infested motel either. It’s somewhere in between that still has some amenities, namely room service. There are just some things a man doesn’t want to deal with after traveling for days on fucking end.
“Here’s your key, sir. You can find the hotel bar through the double doors and the elevators are to the left of the bar. I hope you enjoy your stay, Mr. Steele,” she says with a smile, a smile I ignore. I have my eyes on one woman and one woman only.
I’m watching her as she walks to the bar and I follow without even thinking about it. My plans are going sideways fast, but I’m hopeful they’ll end up with her underneath me, her on top of me, me slapping her ass from behind while I fuck my cock into what I imagine to be the tightest pussy out there.
She takes a seat at the bar and orders a margarita on the rocks with salt on the rim. I take the seat next to her, ordering a beer. The waiter comes back to us, bringing our drinks, and I see her slowly lick the rim of her glass that’s lined with salt. I want that tongue lapping at my cock as it jets cum into her mouth. When she goes to take a sip out of the straw I finally look away and take a healthy swig of my beer, knowing I want this woman without even knowing her name.
When we’re both finished with our first round of drinks, I ask the waiter for another round and include her order onto my tab as well, while easing my way into a conversation with her.
Reaching my hand out towards her, I give her an easy grin. “I’m Justin, what’s your name, Doll?”
“Gabriella, nice to meet you and thank you for the drink,” she says quietly, putting her gorgeous blonde hair behind her ear. Seeing the outline of her face, makes her that much more beautiful.
“Are you passing through town?”
“Something like that, what about you?” She’s licking the salt along the rim of her glass again and I can tell she sees me eyeing her tongue. She has to see the hunger and heat that is in my eyes for her.
“Here for a meeting with a client and then heading back towards Nashville for work. What about yourself?”
“I’m from here, in Brentwood. Though, I may end up somewhere else soon. Only time will tell,” she replies back.
Soon we’re into our third drink and she’s giggling and leaning into me and I’m smirking her way, not only is she sexy as hell, she’s smart, and fucking cute when she’s animated about a subject she’s passionate about.
As she’s leaning into me, I lean toward her. My hand slowly moving her hair away from her cheek, so I can caress the apple of it. She looks up toward me, those hazel eyes full of hope and desire. I slowly bring my lips to hers, knowing full well once I start kissing her, she’ll be in my hotel room and I’ll have her in every way I can think of.
“Justin,” she murmurs and then her lips are seeking mine and mine are seeking hers. It’s almost a battle of lips, but I take over and tease her with my tongue until she whimpers and opens for me. Our tongues tangle, my hand instantly holds onto her neck, manipulating her where I want her to go. When we break apart, it’s only because of the fucking waiter. It’s closing time and he wants us to pay our tab. I throw some cash down and help her off her barstool and lead her towards the elevator. I can’t wait to have Gabriella in my bed tonight.