Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23440 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23440 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
I picked out the forty best pieces I’ve painted throughout my life and they’re on display for everyone to see.
Of course, my portrait of Cole, my magnum model, is the one getting the most attention. There are always dozens of people crowded around it, discussing it, examining it, taking pictures of it.
I still love to stare at it after all these years. That hungry look in his eyes as my man was staring at me for the first time is perfectly captured in that painting. It’s timeless. It brings me right back to that studio when I was a shy virgin looking at this virile muscular man for the first time. I get a warm shiver every time I see it.
Cole is still as sexy and masculine as ever, although his dark hair is splashed with gray and there are more lines around his eyes. I’m not sure which version I like better. They both mean so much to me and they both turn me on in their own way.
This older Cole is wiser and more patient. I like that, but sometimes I miss the way he used to command me in that deep sexy voice, barking orders at me to drop to my knees and open up wide.
I gasp when a big hand slides along my lower back. I whip my head around in panic and then relax when I see Cole standing there, a big grin on his beautiful face.
“My pretty little Picasso,” he says as he leans in and kisses my neck. “You’re the most talented painter in the world.”
I take a look around the room at all of the paintings I’ve done of Cole over the years. “No, I just had the sexiest model in the world to paint.”
He gives me that sexy grin that always gets my pulse racing. “I’m not going to argue about that,” he says with a chuckle.
“Where are the kids?” I ask. We have three of them. All girls.
“They went to grab some dinner at the diner down the street,” he says as he holds me tighter. “They’ll be back soon.”
His possessive hand tightens on my hip as a couple our age approaches us. “Are you the painter, Mia Hensley Hunt?” the woman asks.
“I am,” I say proudly.
“Wonderful work,” she says as she stares at me in awe. “How much for the big one?”
I know immediately which one she’s talking about, but it’s not for sale. People have been trying to buy the naked portrait of Cole for decades, but it’s worth more to me than any amount of money. It’s truly priceless.
“Which one?” Cole asks. I elbow his ribs playfully. He knows which one she’s talking about; he just wants a little stroke of his ego.
“The one in the middle of the beautiful man with the giant—oh!” She looks at him for the first time and nearly croaks when she realizes the man in the painting is standing right in front of her. “I… umm… well, I… It’s nice to meet you.”
She offers her hand and Cole shakes it. I can’t help but notice her eyes drifting down his hard muscular body to the magnum he’s packing in his pants.
A flash of jealousy tears through me. That’s my magnum!
“Excuse us,” I say as I grab my husband’s arm and pull him away from the shameless woman.
I don’t stop until we’re in the back room where there’s no one around.
“Are you jealous?” he asks with a grin.
I grit my teeth as I narrow my eyes on him. “Maybe.”
“Good,” he says with a satisfied smile. “Although you know that I’m still all yours. You’re still the only one for me.”
I know he’s right and I know I have nothing to worry about, but my heart is still pumping with anger and jealousy as I picture all of those lustful gazes out there staring at what’s mine.
“I’m taking it down,” I say with my hands clenched into fists. “I don’t like them looking!”
“Let them look,” he says as he takes my arm. My hand unclenches as he presses my palm against his cock. It’s hard as stone. “You have the real thing, my pretty little Picasso. Now get on your knees and pull your man’s cock out.”
That demanding authoritative tone is back and my body instantly reacts to it. I drop to my knees as my pussy starts throbbing with heat. My mouth waters. My hands start trembling as I unzip his fly and reach my hand in.
Fuck, he’s so big. It’s always shocking. I’ve never gotten used to it.
I look up at him, grinning down at me as I undo his belt and pull his pants and underwear down.
His huge monster cock springs up, still as hard, thick, and long as ever.
“Oh wow,” I whisper as I admire it for a few seconds before plunging it into my mouth. It still stretches and aches my jaw, but I’ve gotten better at handling it over the years. I’m a real pro now when it comes to sucking him off.