Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 84228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“New rule,” I tell her, pushing down the zipper. “Zippers must be on display and easily accessible by the male population without having diagrams on how to get to the fucking thing,” I tell her, “or I get to rip it off, and we deal with it.”
“If you rip it, you just bought it,” she points out and finally peels the dress over her head, showing me the tits that have been teasing me for weeks. The bra matches the panties, another plus, and I see her nipples since the bra really doesn’t hide anything. Her pink round nipples calling me.
“Another rule, no more see-through bras,” I tell her, reaching out and rolling her nipple between my fingers. “If I can see through it, so can someone else.” She rolls her eyes at me, and I pinch her nipple. “New rule: no rolling eyes at me.”
“I’m going to make my own new rule, and it involves me getting myself off while you watch and then leaving to head back to my own room,” she says, and I laugh, opening the drawer and grabbing the pack of condoms.
“Oh, that’s rich. You’re already prepared for a good night.”
I shake my head. “Every room comes stocked with them. It’s Dubai, after all,” I tell her and grab one as I get on the bed with her.
This clusterfuck of a day has definitely turned itself around.
Chapter Sixteen
Jessica
This NFL star is now dating a porn star, making people wonder if a sex tape will leak anytime soon.
This is it, the moment of truth, I’m actually going to have sex with Tyler. I watch him grab a condom wrapper, tearing the top off with his mouth. I lie back on the plush comforter with my legs spread, looking at him. If you told me last month that I would be doing the deed with Tyler, I would have said you lost your mind because he hates me. At the time, the feeling was mutual, but now, now he’s the only thing I think about and having sex is just a bonus.
He rolls the latex down his cock, and when it’s completely sheathed, he crawls between my legs, and they open even wider. Leaning down, he kisses me everywhere until I’m breathless and my body yearns for him. My hands grasp his covered cock. He’s not just long, he’s thick, and my fingers don’t touch each other.
“Put me inside you,” he says. I rub him up and down my wet slit, my pussy contracting once knowing what is coming. His lips move from my lips, to my cheek, to my jaw, and finally, he sucks my neck and thrusts in me. In one hard movement, he’s so deep, and I yelp out while he moans. My hands go to his face, my neck arching my head back while he slowly pulls out of me and then goes back in. My legs wrap around his waist, my hips tilt back, and somehow, he goes even deeper.
This time, we both moan, and the sound of our pants echoes off the walls, mixing with the sound of our skin slapping together. He takes me harder and harder each time, my body meeting him thrust for thrust. The weight of his body on top of mine, his kisses on my neck, on my lips, his tongue licking, sucking everything; it’s too much, and it takes no time before I feel the buildup. His mouth covers mine, and I meet his tongue in a sexual battle that both of us will win, but then I let go of his mouth when I finally come, moaning out loud. My pussy clenches, but he doesn’t let up. He keeps pounding and pounding, and finally, he moans out his own release. He falls to the side and rolls me to my side, his cock still in me. His chest rising and falling.
“I need a minute,” he says, looking at me and then up at the ceiling. I follow his eyes, and I see what he sees; his cock buried in my pussy, both of us joined. My leg over his leg, my shoes still on. “We are going to take full advantage of that mirror,” he says, leaning over and grabbing my ass to push me onto him.
“What makes you think I want to go for a round two?” I joke with him, and he turns his head, his eyes going from glaring to bright. “I mean, maybe”—I roll onto him—“this one time was enough to scratch the itch.”
“I’ve got another peek for you.” He smiles and smacks my ass, grabbing me in his arms and rolling us both off the bed. He stops at the bedside table to grab two more condoms and then goes to the bathroom.
He walks in the orange and blue marble bathroom, and I see two sinks to my right. He places me down on the cold counter, and I yelp. He takes the condom off and tosses it in the toilet. “Shower or bath?”