Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“I don’t blame the guy for wanting riches. We all do.”
“But it comes at a hefty price.”
“What price is that? Because I haven’t paid a dime.”
He lifted his gaze and looked at me again. “You don’t see it.”
“See what?”
“What it’s done to you.”
My eyes locked on his face, not blinking, just staring. “What’s it done to me?”
Benton looked at the fire, giving a sigh like he wished he hadn’t said anything.
“What’s it done to me?” I repeated, feeling the anger constrict my throat.
He took a deep breath before he spoke. “You take these risks because you’ve got nothing to lose. You’ve already accomplished the impossible, so now, there’s nothing left. May as well go after the Skull King because it doesn’t matter whether you live or die. You’ve proven to yourself that you aren’t worthless, and now that you’ve done that, you have nothing else to live for. It’s as if…you aren’t even alive anymore.”
It was the same room as last time.
The Royal Suite. Ten thousand euros a night.
I entered the living room and stripped off my jacket along the way. Raindrops had pelted the back window, the sound quiet against the double-paned glass. A couple lamps were on, but for the most part, the room was an array of shadows.
When I walked into the bedroom, I found her waiting for me.
A lamp across the room was lit, so the light hit her subtly where she lay posed on the bed, dressed in a teddy, garter, and black stockings with matching pumps. She reclined, bright lipstick on those plump lips. Hopefully she had more in her purse because all that color would be around my dick in the next few minutes.
My conversation with Benton was forgotten the second I looked at her.
“Goddamn.” I yanked my shirt over my head and worked on my jeans. “Get your ass over here.”
She obeyed, moving to her knees on the rug, her plump tits pushed together in the lingerie she wore.
I tugged my bottoms down until my cock came free. My hand gripped her neck and my fingers squeezed harder than I should, but she went with it, opening her mouth and flattening her tongue. I shoved my dick inside her mouth, giving her no time to prepare for the assault on her throat.
She gave a muffled gasp, her mouth full of dick.
With my fingers on her neck, I thrust in her mouth, sliding through the saliva that instantly pooled against her cheeks. “Let me show you exactly who you are dealing with, sweetheart.” Ruthlessly, I skull-fucked her, barely giving her the opportunity to breathe. I conquered this land like a goddamn conquistador, made sure she would think of me every time someone new shoved his little dick in her mouth.
She not only handled the savagery—she loved it. With saliva dripping down her chin and red cheeks, she could barely contain my pounding dick, but she seemed to love it all the same because her eyes were locked on mine—begging for more.
“Here it comes…” I slowed down my pumps and held her steady as I found my release, coming right on her tongue. Watching her taste my load and swallow it only heightened the euphoria that sent waves of pleasure down my spine. “Show me.”
Her makeup was fucked up now. The tears had streaked her mascara and eyeliner. Her lipstick was all over my dick. But she looked better—in my opinion. She stuck out her tongue for me, showing me that she’d swallowed it all.
My dick was still hard like nothing had happened. I wasn’t surprised the first or second time we were together because I had been that hard up. But now, it kept going, like those other nights were just warm-ups.
I untied my boots and kicked them away as she got into position on the bed. She lay on her back, her body propped up on her elbows, looking at me as she waited. I finally got my jeans all the way off then crawled up her body, my narrow hips fitting between her soft thighs. I gathered her legs and folded her underneath me, sinking inside her tightness and giving a moan in pleasure. “Fuck, sweetheart… I missed you.”
I was propped against the headboard with her sexy thighs straddling my hips. With her hands gripping my shoulders, she rocked her hips and ground against me, pressing her clit against my pelvis, rubbing her ass on my balls.
She came over and over again, her eyes locked on mine, using me as a goddamn sex toy.
What an honor.
Her head rolled back as she finished another round, her palms sliding through the sweat on my chest. Her nails were manicured—painted maroon—and they scratched my skin and made the salt burn the wound. When she finished, she looked at me again, her sexy body shiny with perspiration. “You can come now.”