Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 55782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Motherfucker. Pure sugar and that sweet virgin musk. How the hell is the Pope supposed to resist this shit? Let alone a flawed, driven, and obsessed man like me? Nothing for it Sax. You have crossed the threshold. Might as well continue as you wish to go on. I lean in and put my tongue inside of her, when the cockpit door opens and the co-pilot walks in.
“GET OUT!!!!! IF YOU VALUE YOUR MEASLY EXISTENCE, YOU WILL WALK BACK THE WAY YOU CAME AND NOT LEAVE THAT ROOM, UNTIL WE HAVE LANDED. I WILL KILL ANYONE WHO WALKS THROUGH THOSE CURTAINS. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”
I see him shaking as he realizes the problem, and though I know it is my fault for exposing her like this. I know he can’t see anything from this angle, but I can’t help feeling a primal need to not only stake my claim out in the open, but to protect her virtue at the same time. Those two things don't go together I know, but it is the way I am wired.
“Saxson? What's going on?” Hearing her sweet sleep husky voice, I look down at her and instantly I am overcome by the enormity of the situation in front of me. Not only am I holding my woman and soon-to-be wife, but I am now tasked with her safety, care, wants, and needs. I am literally looking at my ultimate lifelong mission right here in front of my face, and I am overcome with emotion.
Running my thumb over her plump lower lip, I lean in and suck it into my mouth. Not sure how she will react, but not giving two fucks either. I continue my assault on her mouth, moving my tongue inside. Not shockingly, she moans into my mouth and moves her hands into my hair. The innocent little way she tries to play tongue hockey with me is yet another reason I feel 50ft tall. I will be the only one to ever teach her everything she will know about ecstasy and sex. Ever. She will never be anyone else’s. People think Ramone is bad. Try to stand between me and mine. Pulling back a bit to give her poor abused mouth a break, I put my forehead on top of hers as I try to regain my composure. When she asks what’s going on again, I realize I never answered her.
“Nothing baby. We are in my plane on our way to someplace private. Nothing for you to worry about. You hungry?” She gives me the side eye, like she is not sure which of me she has right now. Funny. She hasn’t even met the other me’s yet.
“Yeah. A little hungry. I usually don't eat on planes because they make me sick.” Good to know. My baby gets airsick. Kissing her head, I stand up and walk to the phone on the wall.
“We are ready to eat. Salads please. Water and a little something...chocolate.” I say eyeing her up and down. When I hang up, I walk back over to her, lift her up, sit down, and place her on my lap. Wrapping my arms around her, I lean in and sniff her hair. Her hair smells like strawberries and Cognac. Not something you smell often, but I will make sure all the clubs I own are stocked with it now.
“Saxson, what's going on? Why did you take me?” Legit enough questions. The problem is I am not sure she is ready for the answer. At least, for the next 12 hours, I don’t want her to worry about anything.
“Not now, baby. We will talk later. For now, let’s eat and get some sleep.”
I look at her tits as her eyes glaze over staring at me and realize sleeping will be easier said than done.
7
Lexi
When I awoke on the plane, part of me wanted to believe everything that transpired a few hours ago was just a dream. A figment of my overactive, lust filled, horny, and Saxson crazy imagination. It’s not because I didn’t want to be kidnapped by him and used for his pleasure. Oh no. That is not the reason. Truth be told, there is nothing that makes me happier than picturing that. The thing that gave me pause is that he KIDNAPPED ME and that is a crime. The idea of him going to jail or something because of me is too much. There is no way my dad will take this lying down. And, he will figure it out when he realizes Saxson is no longer at his house either.
It's not so much that my father loves me. With him, it is more of what I can bring him. Money. Through marriage. Or at least that’s what he thinks, because I have never had any intentions of marrying Jared. Asshole. Nope. I have always wanted to marry for love. But not just that. I want to marry a real man. A man that knows what he wants, takes it without preamble and apology, and gives just as good.