Total pages in book: 6
Estimated words: 5847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 29(@200wpm)___ 23(@250wpm)___ 19(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 5847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 29(@200wpm)___ 23(@250wpm)___ 19(@300wpm)
“I made dessert too,” she finally says after I finish my second helping.
“You’re kidding,’ I say.
“No, sir.”
“Call me Logan, Elora. I definitely think we are beyond formalities now.”
“Are we, though? I made a fool out of myself, and you’ve been a perfect gentleman. When I can leave, I should go and never come back.”
“Elora, you aren’t going anywhere.”
“What do you mean?”
“I want you to stay with me in my room.”
“I don’t want to be a one-night stand, just because there’s no one else here,” she says, standing and grabbing the dirty dishes from the table. I watch her turn and walk over to the dishwasher area and start rinsing things off before loading them into the large machine. I grab some other dishes and take them over to her. I set them into the sink and stand behind her. After brushing her long brown to the side, my lips drop onto her bare neck. I breathe in her honeysuckle scent and move my lips to her ear.
“I didn’t say anything about just one night, Elora.”
“What are you saying?”
“You know what I am saying,” I groan.
“Tell me anyway,” she whispers.
“You’re mine, Elora. You’ve been mine from the moment we met. You knew this was inevitable; that’s why you lied.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Every day, I wanted to, but you told me you belonged to someone else. I was days away from telling you to forget about that bastard.”
“And now?”
“Well, now you belong to me.” She makes a strangled sound, somewhere between a moan and a laugh. Turning to face me, she puts her arms around my neck. I descend, my lips taking hers. She opens to me, our tongues meeting. Deepening the kiss, I press her into the counter behind her.
“Take me,” she whispers, her lips hovering over mine.
“I’m going to take my time, savor you,” I tell her.
“There won’t be much to savor,” she says.
“What do you mean?” I ask perplexed.
“I don’t have any experience. Surely you are used to a different kind of girl,” she says. I knew she didn’t have a lot of experience; she has an air of innocence around her, but I never thought she’d be a virgin.
“No one compares to you. Besides, I hadn’t thought of being with a woman for years before I met you. Years.”
“Okay,” she says, her face red again. It’s so fucking cute, and I don’t know how I’ll be able to take it as slow as she needs.
“Come,” I say, leading her out of the kitchen after flipping the lights off and to the elevator. I push the button for the third floor. At the very end of the hallway is my room. My sister took over our parent’s house when she turned eighteen, and I moved in here. I like being on-site in case of an emergency. I already closed down the automatic doors at the entry and turned the alarm on. We don’t get much use out of the alarm as we usually have at least one guest, but it’s nice to have it in times like this.
“Nice room,” she says as I close the door behind us.
“Looks like all the others,” I say, chuckling.
“So it does.”
I pull her to me, kissing her soundly. She moans softly, and that one little sound sets me on edge.
“Your skin is so soft, Elora.”
“Hmm…,” she says as I deftly unbutton her shirt.
“Your skin is soft,” I repeat, getting her down to her pale pink bra and panties. Reaching behind her, I open the clasp on her bra and trail it slowly down her arms, loving the goosebumps that pop up. I watch as her nipples harden in the chilly air. I lower my head and suck one of the hard buds into my mouth. I tease the other one with my fingers before moving my lips around that one as well. My eyes rake over her body. I have never seen a woman more beautiful than she is.
“Logan,” she moans as I hook my thumbs into her panties and slide them down her long legs. Dropping to my knees in front of her, I kiss her pussy before licking her wet slit. I drape her left leg over my shoulder and eat her bare pussy until she comes all over my face. My five o’clock shadow is abrading her thighs, but she isn’t stopping me. I set her foot back on the floor, stand, and pull my shirt over my head. She gasps.
“Had I known you were rocking an eight pack, I might have told you sooner,” she says, giggling.
“I work out,” I tell her, chuckling.
“Apparently,” she says, reaching for my pants. She unbuckles my belt and opens my slacks. I didn’t wear boxers today, so my rock-hard cock springs free. She wraps her little hand around it and pumps before dropping to her knees. “I want to taste you too,” she murmurs before wrapping her lips around the head of my cock and sucks hard. Motherfuck.