Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
His hands leave my hips and my ass and find their way to my shirt. He lifts the material until my tits are free, then takes one into his mouth. As I slide up and down his cock, he smacks my ass, making me moan and go faster. My head lolls back as he plays with my tits. His hand goes to my hair and grips it, bringing my face back to him. He leans in and kisses me on the mouth. I part my lips, allowing him entrance, our tongues dancing while my hips move in rhythm. I can feel the build-up—it’s almost there, almost time—as my kisses get slower and his speed up, his tongue dancing with mine even faster.
“Come for me,” he says into my mouth, and I do, hard. Squeezing his cock with my pussy, my climax hits hard. At least I thought it was hard until he lets go of my hair and takes control of my hips, bouncing me himself. I can feel another orgasm coming on, but he doesn’t slow down, he moves faster and faster.
I suck in a breath, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and clinging to him, waiting for the second one to hit. I know when it does it is going to obliterate every single orgasm I’ve had before this. Including the one he just gave me. And when it does, we come together.
“There’s a party for you tonight,” he tells me as we catch our breath.
“I know,” I reply, my forehead leaning against his.
“I’m coming.”
I laugh and shake my head. “And what are you going to dress up as?” I pull back to study him.
Monica made it a Halloween-themed party.
“I’ll be me.”
I laugh again and climb off of him. He doesn’t stop me as I fix myself up and enter the bathroom.
“Show me what you’re wearing,” he says through the closed door as I flush and wash my hands before exiting the bathroom. A knock has us staring at one another for a moment before I go to leave.
“I’ll send you a picture.” I wink.
“Where are you staying tonight?” he asks, and I pull open the door.
“A hotel.” I don’t give him an opportunity to reply, stepping into the hall and making my way to the front, where I spot Monica waiting for me.
“Ready?” she asks.
I nod and smile.
She’s coming back to the hotel with me to get ready.
I don’t look back to Grayson—it’s better that way.
I don’t trust what I feel for him.
* * *
Grayson: Picture?
* * *
I get that message as I wait for room service to arrive. I’m dressed already, so I get up and capture a picture in the mirror. His reply is instant.
* * *
Grayson: Nope. Get changed. Over my dead body you’ll walk out in that.
* * *
Me: I’m wearing it.
* * *
Grayson: Avani…
* * *
Grayson: You ain’t wearing that out in public. In the bedroom, maybe.
* * *
Me: I am.
* * *
Grayson: If you walk out in that, you won’t see your Halloween party.
* * *
Me: Whatever. I’m wearing it.
* * *
A knock comes on the door, and I smile, thinking it’s room service. I put my phone down and go to answer the door as my phone beeps. Quickly running over, I pick up the phone and read the last message from Grayson.
* * *
Grayson: Knock, knock. Open the door.
* * *
“Grayson?” I call out to the door.
“Avani,” he answers. I giggle as I throw the door open.
“Were you waiting out here when I sent that?” I ask, my hand on my hip. His eyes eat me up.
I am wearing a devil outfit—all red, with red fishnet stockings and horns. The costume itself is a body suit that covers all of me but exposes a bit of cleavage.
Grayson grinds his jaw as he takes me in. “You can’t go out like that,” he states, licking his lips.
“This is nothing compared to what some of the girls wear,” I say, turning around and showing him all of it.
“I couldn’t care less what they wear. It won’t be them the other men will be thinking of fucking…it’ll be you.”
“I hope so. I like to have men thinking about fucking me. Did it long enough with you.” I wink. Grayson steps in and shuts the door behind him.
“I’m not wearing a coat, before you even think of asking.” I point at him.
“That’s fine, I have my gun. I feel like shooting any fucker who looks your way.”
“That’s a bit drastic, wouldn’t you say?” I raise a brow. A second knock comes, and I clap my hands. “Room service.”
“If you open that door dressed like that, I’ll have to kill the room service person.”
I pause in my red boots and look back at him. “You open it, then.”
He struts straight past me in his all-black outfit and gets the food as the room service kid looks in and spots me.