Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 67468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
I missed the hell out of my family.
I was happy that Alice still had that.
One by one, everyone left, leaving me with Etienne and Kobe.
Kobe gestured toward me as he said, “I’ll be here today to get started on your system.”
I nodded, thanking him with a silent communication.
He jerked his head toward Alice and said, “I see you still got that sweatshirt.”
I watched Alice’s face flame.
Chuckling, I shook the hand he offered me, then he was gone, too.
“Don’t need you until next week at the earliest,” Etienne said. “It’s a holiday weekend. Enjoy it. I’d invite you out to the house, but we have a litter of puppies that were dumped at our house last night. You can’t come.”
“Thanks for the invite,” Alice said. “And I’ll be at work wherever that might be next week.”
He winked at her, ruffled her already messy hair, and left.
It was only as I heard the last steps of their feet leaving and the swaying motion as the weight left the boat that she turned to me.
I raised a brow at her, loving the way she looked so mischievous in that second, and said, “What?”
“How private do you think this rooftop deck is?” she asked.
I looked around.
“Not that private,” I admitted. “I mean, I guess that the couch could offer some privacy, since it’s lower than the upper deck’s railing. But even then…”
I watched her saunter over to the couch that’d recently occupied five powerful men, take a seat, then spread her thighs.
That’s when I saw the simple black cotton of her panties.
There was nothing really special about them.
I mean, at most, they were the cheap kind that you bought in bulk packs at Walmart, but they were the sexiest damn things I’d ever seen in my life.
I felt my mouth go dry as she spread her thighs even wider.
“I can be quiet,” she promised.
Based on last night, I highly fuckin’ doubted that.
Did that stop me from moving toward her, though?
No.
Did that stop me from unbuttoning my jeans and lowering the zipper?
Also no.
Did that stop me from tumbling her to her back on the couch, very aware that if anyone really cared to look, they could see exactly what we were doing?
Sure, they couldn’t see any body parts. But it would be painfully obvious with the way I was moving—and that my back would be exposed—exactly what I was doing.
Did that possibility stop me even a little bit?
Very resounding, blatantly obvious, never in a million years would I pass this opportunity up, no.
She giggled as her back hit the cool fabric of my outdoor couch.
Her legs automatically encircled my hips, and she lifted them so that she was pressed against my very hard erection.
“I didn’t know you had such a wild streak in you,” I teased.
Only, I knew she had a wild streak.
She’d done a lot of strutting around when we were both younger. I knew when I was being shown a lot of tits and ass for a purpose.
She might’ve been young, but a man looked when it was so blatantly shown to him. Jesus Christ, it’d been hard resisting her all these years.
Especially now that I knew what I was missing.
If I had to go back to looking and not touching, I knew that it would be the worst form of torture.
Her mouth clamped down on my carotid, causing me to curse and jerk.
“Take my panties off,” she hissed once she had my attention. “I need…”
I need.
God. Damn.
Well, if she needed…
Reaching over, I yanked her panties off with such ferocity that even the sturdy fabric protested, and tossed them over the railing to the floor below.
I’d pick them up later.
Much, much later.
Rearing up, I pushed her thighs wide and notched my cock at her entrance.
I was so hard, and she was so wet, that I didn’t need to take myself in hand to slide all the way inside her.
Just like last night, she felt tight as sin and goddamn heavenly.
The heat of her pussy caused my eyes to roll back in my head.
My head fell backward, and I groaned, long and loud.
If people couldn’t see us, they could definitely hear us.
Almost as if she was responding to my moan, she followed with one of her own.
“Fuck me,” she breathed. “Please, Cassius. Please. I feel like there’s this hollowness inside of me.”
I pulled my hips back until the head of my cock was the only thing left inside of her, then thrust forward, filling her so deep, hard, and fast that her body jolted.
Her unbound breasts underneath my sweatshirt jerked and jiggled with each thrust, making my eyes bounce around like a cartoon as I tried to take in every single sight before me.
The way her pussy stretched when I filled her with my fat cock. The way her breasts were jiggling almost obscenely. Or the way her eyes looked as if she was so dazed and confused that she could be high on something.