Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34987 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34987 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
She screamed his name, not wanting him to stop, and as she came, he held himself still within her. He slowed down his strokes on her clit, and each touch was like a mini orgasm going off inside her pussy.
Hector leaned right over her so their bodies were flush together. He cupped her face, kissed her hard, and then fucked her, taking her higher and higher.
The aftershocks of her orgasm were still coursing through her. She didn’t think it was possible to come again, but that was exactly what she did as Hector took his pleasure. When he came, she was so shocked by the power of it. He held her tightly and kissed her throughout.
As the pleasure began to subside, Verity groaned.
“What is it?” Hector asked, making no move to get off her.
“We didn’t use protection. I’m not on anything,” she said.
“Shit, er, don’t worry about it.”
“Don’t worry? Hector, you do know how babies are made, right?”
He chuckled. “Yeah, I know how they’re made, but we can’t worry about it.”
“This has never happened before,” she said. “I’m always careful and I’m clean.”
“Me too. On both. Careful and clean.” He pushed some of her hair off her face. “I’ve been meaning to tell you, Verity, I like you.”
“You do? I had no idea.” She smiled at him to let him know she was kidding.
“I … I want to learn to cook, but it was a ruse. I wanted to spend time with you.”
“Okay. Do you still want to learn to cook?” she asked.
“Yeah, I want to learn, but more than anything, I want to be able to fuck you any chance I get.”
She stroked his arm. “And you think I’m going to want to come back for seconds?”
“I felt you, Verity. You like me, and your pussy certainly likes me.” As if to drill home his point, he thrust into her, and she gasped.
There was no denying it. She did indeed like his dick. Hector was turning out to be not a bad guy either. So much for the drink thrown into his face.
“Fine, so we’re learning to cook, and what, having some fun with it?” she asked.
“Yeah. Unless you want to be … my girlfriend?”
“I’m happy not to put any labels on it. I don’t plan to live here for long, and you said yourself, you’re only here for vacation. Let’s not, you know, make this difficult.” She nibbled on her lip.
“You are a strange woman,” he said.
“And why is that?”
“I’m rich, you know that, right?”
Verity laughed. “You are?”
“Yeah, I’m known to be quite the bachelor, and there would be women falling all over themselves to be in your position right now.”
Verity’s mouth went dry. She didn’t want to think about their little … accident. She had never been so stupid before.
Admittedly, she’d been dating her previous boyfriends for some time before she had sex with them. She loved sex, no doubt about it, but she’d never had one-night stands. This with Hector was entirely new.
She didn’t trust it.
Sex like this fizzled out, and she had a horrible feeling she was going to get hurt at the end.
Raising a child by herself was scary. Her mother had done it, and had warned her that even though she loved her, and she did, it wasn’t easy.
She came here to write a cookbook, not to have a child.
“I’m not like other women, I guess. I don’t want your money, Hector. If you are rich, that is.”
“I am, trust me.”
She didn’t know for sure. It wasn’t like she’d been checking up on him, trying to find out every single detail about him. She hadn’t. Her focus had been her work and fighting off her attraction to him.
Verity had failed.
She was in his bed.
With his cum inside her.
She was well and truly fucked.
Chapter Five
“Hector, this isn’t what I meant when I said I would teach you to cook,” Verity said.
He lifted up from between her legs and then pressed a kiss to her stomach. “What? I’m learning.”
“What could you possibly be learning?” she asked.
“Simple. I’m learning what makes you tick. You see, your body is just waiting to be touched. I know the lightest little caress.” He stopped talking to stroke a path between the valley of her breasts, down toward her stomach. “And you love to have your body touched.” He pushed her legs open wider. “I can see how wet your pussy is, and I know you want my cock balls deep inside you.”
It had been a couple of days since that first time, and they had used condoms. On his run, he’d stopped off at the pharmacy and got several boxes because one taste of Verity was never going to be enough for him.
He was going to need more. A lot more.
She was everything he wanted, and he craved her. No woman had ever made him feel this way. He was already addicted. The anticipation to see her and to be with her drove him crazy.