Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
I went from being dead tired to being rock hard.
My thumb typed the message without the use of my mind. Yes. I set the phone aside and drank water from the glass on my nightstand. I tossed the towel aside and stood naked next to the bed. I didn’t bother to put on a pair of clean boxers.
I heard her open the door in the other room.
I felt a small spike of adrenaline in my chest. “In here.”
Her footsteps were faint until they became louder through the crack in my door. She stepped in wearing nothing but a bright-pink thong with little white flowers threaded into the fabric. She was short and petite, but she had so much presence, she seemed like the biggest person in the world. Her tits were a contradiction to her petiteness, but I could tell by the way they looked and felt that they were natural.
Her toenails were painted black, and she had long legs that showed definition, like she walked all over this city on a daily basis. Dark hair that matched mine, the strands rested on either side of her tits. What struck me most about her was her confidence. The way she could look at me across the room and strut right up to me without an ounce of uncertainty.
When I bedded women, I made all the moves, but with her, I didn’t have to. I didn’t have to make her feel secure or wanted. I had no preference for women based on their confidence, but when I saw her wear it as effortlessly as clothing, it turned me on.
She walked right up to me and kissed me, rising on her tiptoes and grabbing on to my shoulder as if she was about to climb my body like a mountain. Her lips were soft as rose petals, but her kiss was hard as steel. She kissed me like a lover rather than a stranger, like she wanted me rather than felt obligated to serve me.
I didn’t kiss a lot of women like this. Skipped the foreplay and stuck it in. But the way she moved her lips, the way her tongue danced with mine, meeting me halfway and even crossing the line, had quickly become an addiction. The way she grabbed me, the way she wanted me, the way she showed her appreciation…without my having to ask.
My arms hooked behind her knees, and I lifted her into me before I carried her to the bed and lay her down, rolling with her as my lips found hers again. I kissed her again and felt my spine tighten and melt at the same time. She cupped my face then slid her hand into my short hair—and she gave the tiniest moan.
It was the sexiest sound I’d ever heard.
My hand reached for her ass, and I tugged her thong down over her hips and then her thighs. I’d been thinking about her mouth around my cock for days, and now, I wanted to feel her pussy around it next.
When the fabric was kicked from her ankles, I gripped her thighs and tilted her hips into position. She folded easily, and I could tell her beautiful body could bend in all sorts of ways. I’d been wanting to be inside her for days, nearly nonstop, fantasies moving across my mind even when I was in the middle of a conversation with the president of France.
I expected her to ask me to wear a condom, but she seemed even more swept up in the river than I was.
“Tell me you’re on the pill.”
“Yes. I want you to come inside me.” She said it in such a rush that her words almost blurred together.
Jesus Christ. I never fucked a woman without a condom, but I had already guided myself inside her without asking if she was clean. An inexplicable desire came over me, an urge to be inside her so strong, all logic was obscured.
My head pushed past her entrance and was greeted by an Olympic-sized pool of arousal. It smeared all over me and helped me sink inside, encased in her tightness, her velvet paradise. “Fuck.”
She inhaled a deep breath when she felt me and moaned for me, her thighs squeezing my hips and her ankles locking together against my ass. “Luca…”
I thrust into her like a piston of an engine right from the start, so out-of-my-mind desperate to fuck her, I couldn’t think straight. My dick had formed an addiction to a pussy I hadn’t even had yet.
She used her grip on my back to pull herself into me, taking my dick as hard as I gave it, the two of us locked together in a carnal union that was so hot it would probably burn us both.
“Yes.” She palmed the back of my neck, and she looked at me with desire-soaked eyes, her beautiful hair around her, her nipples hard. “That feels so fucking good.” Her eyes had already started to water, like she couldn’t contain the pleasure that came when I thrust inside her.