Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 16286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
“And yet, you’re still single.”
“Yep, I’m single.”
“Work?”
“Security really. I mean, how can I have all of those kids and a real family if I don’t have the means to take care of them?” she asked.
“I can see your point.”
She smiled.
He stirred the pasta and finished off his sauce. The scents of garlic, onion, and tomatoes. As he grabbed some basil, that filled the air as well. It all smelled amazing.
Her mouth watered.
“What do you think of my home?” Mount asked.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“When you got here, you looked terrified not to be able to be on the internet or working. What about now?”
She paused, thinking about her answer. “I love it here.” That was the truth.
“You do?”
“Yeah. It’s calm and relaxing. I feel at peace. Don’t get me wrong, the lack of electricity last night freaked me out, but I think I can handle it.”
“Good.”
He carried their bowls toward the table and she followed. Before she sat down to eat, Mount cupped her face and kissed her hard. She let out a moan, not wanting the kiss to end. It felt perfect to her.
When the kiss came to an end, she wanted to ask him why. Why did he stop? But she kept her mouth shut, instead, sitting down to enjoy their meal. She couldn’t believe how long they had spent outside in the cold. The snowman was fun to make, but just being around Mount was an experience she never wanted to give up.
They ate in silence.
She stared at his hands and she couldn’t help herself but wonder what those could do to her.
They were … intense.
Pressing her thighs together, she tried to focus on the meal in front of her. Mount served himself some seconds and once she finished, he didn’t even ask her, just served her some more.
By the end of the meal, she ordered him to go and sit down while she did the dishes. It wasn’t that late but she didn’t know how to proceed with the rest of the night.
Mount was enjoying a small glass of whiskey as she entered his sitting room.
“So, er, I’m kind of tired,” she said.
He put his book down.
“I’m going to head up to bed.”
“Meghan, the only bed you’re going is mine,” he said.
Any other man, she’d shout and put him in his place. With Mount, this was what she wanted to hear, so rather than argue, she went right up to his room, stripped out of her clothing, and climbed into bed with no argument from her lips.
****
Mount didn’t know if he was ever going to let this woman go, and seeing as they’d only been together a handful of hours, that was fucking scary. After making his way upstairs, he stopped at his bedroom and saw her in bed, curled up. The lamp at the side of the bed was on, but he had no use for it. Flicking on the main light, he stared at her.
“Get out of bed,” he said.
“Mount?”
“I don’t want to have to fight to see you. I want to see every inch of you.”
She climbed out of bed and as she came to stand in front of him, she looked nervous.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” he asked. He reached out, putting a finger beneath her chin, forcing her to look up at him.
“You think I’m beautiful?”
“You are.” He walked around her body, admiring every curve, every part of her. The fullness of her tits, the thickness of her hips, the rounded juiciness of her thighs. He certainly loved the shape of her full ass. “There is not a single part of you that isn’t beautiful.”
He finally put his hands on her, cupping her stomach before sliding up, holding her tits, feeling the weight of them within his grasp. Down he went to her hips, tightening his hold before touching her pussy.
She was already wet and as he slid a finger between her slit, he felt how slick she was. Sheer, fucking perfection. He had no problem with this woman.
Pushing a finger deep inside her, he began to fuck her with it. She spread her legs wide and he kissed her neck, sucking on her pulse. Glancing down her body, he saw how tight and hard those nipples were.
They were heaven, begging to be sucked, but soon.
He pulled his hand from her pussy to hear a whimper from her lips. He smiled. She was hungry for a cock. Mount moved her toward the bed, making her kneel on the edge so that he could look at her ass.
Spreading the mounds wide, he looked at her wet pussy and the tight, puckered hole of her anus.
He worked his fingers back inside her, watching her open up to him. Drawing them back, he slickened up her anus. He pressed against her hole and she gasped, tensing up.