Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 61942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
No woman had ever made me harder.
My fingers grabbed her little thong and yanked it down to her thighs before I lifted her onto the kitchen counter. The glasses rolled off and shattered on the other side of the kitchen island. The bottle tipped over, and wine dumped onto the floor with a loud splatter.
Neither one of us noticed.
With her dress hiked to her waist, I tugged down my bottoms before I pulled her close.
I pushed inside, making myself right at home.
She gave a loud moan as she held on to me, her head rolled back, her hair everywhere. She lay back across the counter, and I pushed the dress higher, revealing the bottom swell of her sexy tits. I yanked it a little higher until I could see the sharp nipples.
With my hands on her hips, I fucked her on the kitchen counter, hard all the way through, never letting up. I made her mine all over again, pounded into her so hard her tits shook.
When she said my name, it started as a whisper, but by the time I made her come, it was a scream.
The romp in the kitchen wasn’t enough.
We made it into the bedroom, and now she did all the fucking. Her palms were planted against my chest as she rocked her hips, rolling them forward and back, taking my dick with expert precision every time. Now her dress was off, so those tits were right in my face, covered with a layer of sweat that smelled like roses.
I was propped against the headboard, my hands on her hips, enjoying the sheath of her pussy over and over. It was like old times, our clandestine meetings in a dark hotel room, fucking like it was the first time we’d sunk our teeth into each other.
Her movements became inconsistent. So did her breaths, which turned shallow and short. Her eyes grew heavy, and her pants turned into incoherent moans—and then cries. The shimmer in her eyes was like dew on a winter morning. It shone in the early light and twinkled like Christmas lights. Then her hips bucked uncontrollably as she screamed. Her nails sharpened and dug deep into my flesh like little daggers. Her body gripped mine with the strength of a viper, squeezing harder and harder.
I’d waited long enough, so I enjoyed my high just as she finished hers. It’d been nearly a decade since I’d filled a woman, and it was addictive to have that luxury again. Nothing made me feel more like a man than fucking Laura like this, her ass right on my balls, her skin against mine, our come mixed together.
She got off me then lay beside me, naked on top of the sheets, her beautiful skin glistening from her effort. Propped on one elbow as she was, the curves of her body were on display, and despite the fact that my dick had gone to rest, I was still turned on by the way she looked. When I’d looked at that naked hooker in the hotel room, I’d been so unaroused I’d felt like I was staring at another man.
I reached for my pants at the bedside and pulled out the cigar and lighter. I lit up without asking for permission because she’d granted it a long time ago. Against the headboard I smoked, and she lay there quietly, the two of us enjoying the comfortable silence.
She eventually grew cold and pulled the sheets over her perfect body.
I wanted to stay, but the streets called for my attention. “What will you do for work?”
“I’ll go back to the office tomorrow. I told my clients I had a family emergency…which was somewhat true.”
“You don’t have to work if you don’t want to.”
“I like my job. I get to dress rich people in designer clothes and make them look amazing.”
“If they’re rich, you should charge more.”
“I don’t do it for the money.”
“You should. Imagine the apartment you would have. Imagine the clothes you would wear.”
She lifted her chin to look at me. “What’s wrong with my apartment?”
I held her stare.
“Never pegged you as the snobby type…” There was a slight smile on her lips, like she wasn’t truly offended by what I’d said.
“I’m not snobby. I just expect more out of life—as should you.”
“Or you can learn to be happy with what you have.”
“Only small-minded people feel that way—and you aren’t small-minded.” I continued to smoke my cigar, holding it between my fingers as my arm rested on my knee.
“Your ambition is sexy, but not all people think the same way.”
I stared at her profile as I treasured what we had. I could be completely honest with her and she didn’t call me an asshole. “If I bought you an apartment, would you accept it?”
“Wow, I didn’t realize how much you hated this place.”