Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 70429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“Come closer. Come on over here and join me. This ain’t no peep show.”
She walked over to him. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, and her mouth wicked of moisture. He had a way about him… a cheekiness that left her curious, turned on, and transfixed. Something about this man made her gut clench—as if he were old as time, and yet, perhaps, he was just an old soul that had seen far too much. And yet, there was a childlike curiosity about him. A mischievousness she found both perplexing and inspiring.
He turned on the water in the tub. A fierce stream burst out from the glowing jets, startling her out of her wispy daydream. With one hand in his pocket, he leisurely sauntered over to a built-in entertainment center, picked up a remote, and started an electric hearth, then turned on some music. Twin Sister’s, ‘Meet The Frownies’ drifted from the speakers, the sound crisp and clear, as if the band was right there in the room. Something about being here with this man felt surreal. It felt amazingly good and naughty, all at once.
Caspian snapped his fingers a few times to the beat, and when he turned around, she noticed the big dragon tattooed on his back. The beast’s mouth was wide open, breathing out flames through long, blood-tinged fangs, clamped down on a black skull with a rose in its menacing mouth.
Caspian sat down on a chair and made quick work of removing his socks and shoes. His pants followed, which he set on the chair arm.
She stood there, frozen. Like some fool. She was underwater, swimming in a dream… watching his every move. What was supposed to be a simple hookup, perhaps one that would lead to friendship, was turning into something else, and she hadn’t even screwed him yet. I hate how cerebral I can be sometimes. I can’t just fuck and leave. I always have to try and figure people out… but he’s just so damn interesting.
Steve Lacy’s ‘Give You the World’ began to play. She took a long inhale, then an exhale, and looked around the room. It was then that she noticed the water reflecting a light purple color. There were lights in the stream of water, too, making it look like a silent disco. Her gaze rested on him again. His white boxer briefs held a sizeable package.
Okay, so, this motherfucker was tellin’ the truth. That’s either a big ass sock or this bastard is packin’. Her heart quickened and her thigh muscles tightened. He grasped her hand and stared her down while pressing her fingers against his dick, making her stroke him, hard and rough, up and down. And again. He sighed with pleasure and a fluttering sensation traveled from her pussy to her breasts as she noted his reaction to her touch. She salivated when his thick, long dick jumped at her ministrations.
“Does it meet your requirements, Ms. Azure Quill?”
She traced the head with her fingertip, sinking her teeth into her lower lip as the excitement rose. Her nipples hardened beneath the confines of her bra. He ain’t even completely hard… Caspian workin’ with a serpent. I think I’ll introduce him to my garden of Eden…
“Yeah. Requirements met. Nice.”
“…It’s good, huh? Glad it met your standards, but I’m not giving you one fuckin’ inch ’til I see what’s in the cookie jar for me.”
“How do you like your cookies?” She crossed her arms and stared him in the eye. They were so close now, their noses practically touched.
“Wet ’nd soggy. Dipped in my milk.”
“Oh, honey, please don’t get it twisted. That’s nothing but a word.” She reached for her bra strap and started to unhook it.
“Ahhh…”
Grabbing the back of her neck with a firm grip, he plunged his hand between her thighs. Her tight black pants were barely a barrier as he stroked her pussy over the cotton. He forced her mouth open with passionate, deep plunges of his tongue, and before she knew it, he’d gotten her pants unzipped, slipped his hand inside her clothing, and pressed his fingers against her bare pussy lips, gliding them all over and around the petals of her love.
“How them cookies? Am I wet enough for you, baby?” she purred as he looked into her eyes, stroking her clit slow and easy now.
“Honey, you’re soakin’ wet like big puddles of rain, but I’m gonna make you even wetter… like turnin’ an umbrella upside down after a thunderstorm.”
Her clothing was pulled, yanked, and ripped from her body, and yet, she heard nothing tear.
Long fingers curled around the elastic band of her black panties, brushed against her pelvic bone, and ripped them down—the last item of clothing on her. His gaze was on her, unwavering. When she felt the fabric pool around her ankles, she stepped out of the underwear and kicked it to the side.