Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“Please.” He closes his eyes and throws his head back on the floor with a groan. “Just please.” He looks tortured and also incredibly hot with his sweats pulled down just a little, trapping his dick with his hand wrapped around it still.
It’s my absolute pleasure to undress him, so I take my time with those sweats. They come off easily enough, exposing the most beautiful, muscled legs I’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing. A nice ass doesn’t even begin to describe what I know his buns will be like. The ass of supreme asses is more like it.
“You’re built, Darius. Very nicely. And, um, kind of hung too.”
“Seriously,” he mutters. He’s panting now and extremely red in the face. That condom looks like his dick is going to go all muscle-man on it and bust it down the middle, but I don’t want that to happen. Because if that happens, I’m screwed. Vagina hate, remember? Definitely not a good thing.
If he hadn’t already rolled the condom down his ginormous length, I might be tempted—more than tempted—to take him in my mouth. I’d like to make that a reality, and I think he can tell what I’m thinking, probably because my eyes just became a few shades rounder and my cheeks a few shades wetter…I mean redder—wetter is for my panties—because his hands reach for mine. He pulls me a little closer, and then I’m straddling him again. He gently shimmies my panties down, and I lift one leg and then the other to get rid of them. I feel very bare and exposed, and the room might be warm, but it’s nothing compared to my superheated lady bits, so it feels kind of cold.
Darius’ whiskey gaze warms me up fast, and he’s looking at me like he remembers all too well that I’m his favorite meal, and he’d like to have me again. I’d be super okay with that because this isn’t a one-off. I’m taking what Heather said to heart. We both want this. We want each other. We’re not just lonely people. We’re two people pulled together, and this isn’t just a random way to kill time or scratch an itch. I’m here because I want Darius. Because I’ve seen under the layers, down to the hurt he hides from everyone else, and he’s seen under mine because I chose to show it to him. Because he’s kind, he has a huge heart that no one has taken care of in a long time, he can laugh and bust a killer dance move, he doesn’t hate my family’s fiery demon cat, and his assistant is basically his best friend, which is not sad. It’s awesome. Most people with lots of money are jerks. But not him.
“Hey, are you going somewhere on me? Because if you don’t really want this, I swear it’s okay. I’ll just get up and walk it off. Straight to the shower.”
When he says walk, I know he doesn’t mean walk, no matter how good he might be at walking. Damn it, I’m never going to think of walking as walking again. I’m always going to think of Darius in the shower, stroking his massive cock. That’s something else I’d like to see. Even with a shortage of condoms, there are a lot of things we can do that are super hot, and I want to try them. I want to try them all. I’m putting my name down on a list to sign up for anything and everything kinky we can dream up and are both okay with doing. But right now, we have a condom, so right now, we’re doing this. Right now, I want him more than almost anything I’ve ever wanted, and if I don’t have him right freaking now, I’m pretty sure insta-death will become an insta-reality.
“I’m sorry. I was thinking about how amazing you are. Not about…” I drop my gaze to his dick, which has a life and mind of its own and is at full mast. When he was talking about there not being room in his pants to accommodate himself in a state of arousal, I get it. I really get it now. “Okay, I was thinking about that too. But mostly, how incredible you are as a person, and how I really appreciate that and don’t want this to be a one-time thing. I’m here, Darius. I’m really here.”
“I’m not going anywhere either.” He’s gentle and tender as he lifts my hips easily and helps me straddle him. The expression on his face is one of fierce concentration but also serenity. Like he feels this is so, so right. I feel the same way. I feel like I was made for him.
Well, I’m about to find out.
I guess I have my doubts about that.