Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 103231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
The orgasm was violent and hit me so hard all over that I actually felt my knees buckle and I barely caught myself before I crashed to the floor. I managed to carefully lower myself to my ass so that my back was pressed against the side of the shower stall and the water was raining down on my head and chest, washing away the long, thick ropes of cum spread across my skin. My head did hurt even worse now, so I tried to focus on the pleasurable aftershocks of my orgasm instead.
The only problem with that was that it made me remember why I’d needed to jack off so badly.
And it had nothing to do with the two women in the other room.
Nothing at all.
Chapter Three
Dante
The second I heard Magnus’s bedroom door open, I forced myself to stop tapping my right leg and sat back in the armchair and took a sip of my coffee. I hoped like hell I looked more relaxed than I felt because I sure as shit didn’t want Magnus to think I was nervous about getting my ass reamed for what had happened the night before.
But I wasn’t about to apologize for it…even if I was feeling a little bit guilty.
I hadn’t planned for things to go as far as they had. Hell, I hadn’t even planned on pursuing Shelly after flirting with her on the flight. I’d only done it because I knew it would irritate the too-silent Magnus. Yeah, the woman was gorgeous, but she was as vapid as they came and I just hadn’t been in the mood to deal with that shit beyond some harmless flirting and touches. And truth be told, my ego had taken quite a hit in the past week, so having a beautiful woman come on to me had felt good and been a nice distraction. But the plan had been to limit it to the four-hour flight from Seattle to Austin.
I figured that would be enough time for Magnus to get the stick out of his ass, but of course, he’d been just as distant and remote as he always was. I’d expected once we got to Texas, he might actually offer to clue me in on what was going on with the trial he was testifying in, but he hadn’t spoken even one word to me.
I’d been fucking invisible.
So when Shelly had texted me – this after she’d pushed really hard to exchange numbers with me – to ask if she could see me again, I’d said yes and I’d decided to take it a step further just to ruffle Magnus’s feathers and told her to bring a friend.
Things had gone from bad to worse the second she and her friend Tanya had arrived at the hotel, because as stunning as both women were, I’d been too moody and tired to give a shit. My plan had been to offer them both a drink and then send them on their way.
The music had been Tanya’s idea.
The dancing too.
The rest had all been on Shelly.
And yeah, my body had responded to the sight of the two women going at each other, but it wasn’t until Magnus had walked out of his room that my cock had stood to attention and my whole body had locked up with raw, unbridled need. The anger in his cold eyes had sent me even higher and I’d wanted nothing more in that moment than for him to stride over to me, demand that I get on my knees and have him feed his cock to me until it was so far down my throat it would have felt like it was in my gut. And only when I was near tears from gagging on his thick flesh would he order me to bend over and I’d feel his hardness shoving into me in one hard, unforgiving push.
For the briefest of moments, I’d forgotten all about the women, but I’d managed to spout off some bullshit about the girls being for him, even though the words had left a sour taste in my mouth. I’d shared plenty of lovers before, had been involved in a few orgies even, but the idea of anyone touching what I wanted, Shelly and her friend included, had had me seeing red.
And then Magnus had looked at me with something other than derision and I’d actually felt the air crackle and pop around us as I’d felt my lust spike up another notch. And in my next fantasy, Magnus was the one on his hands and knees and I’d definitely no longer been invisible to him.
Then Shelly had gotten her panties in a twist when she’d realized she was no longer the center of attention. I’d barely managed to control my fury at her interruption and had only tolerated her hands on me until Magnus had once again disappeared into his room. Then I’d carefully extricated myself from the two women with the excuse of getting us all more drinks. I’d barely touched mine as they’d downed another shot each and then went to town on each other. I’d pretended to watch them, but my mind had drifted back to where it had been for months…trying to figure out why Magnus had such a hold on me. He was nothing like the men I typically went for…though I didn’t really have a “type.”