Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
And it’s exactly what I’m after.
Emotion sucks. Emotion hurts. Emotion makes you weak.
All I want is a good hard fuck with a willing body.
Our tongues tangle together, and I lean into him, grind against his erection. I pull back, breaking the kiss, and I cup his bulge. “That didn’t take long.”
“How could it? You’re amazing.” He leans down to take my lips again.
I turn away, and his tongue slides over my cheek. I’m not looking for more kissing. I don’t want to get that personal. One hard kiss was enough.
“Bedroom,” I grit out. “Now.” I slide my robe off my shoulders and leave it on the floor.
Marc’s eyes nearly pop out of their sockets.
“Never seen a naked woman before?”
“Never one so hot,” he says. “You sure about his?”
I look down at my tits, my nipples already puckered. “Do I look unsure?”
“Fuck.” He grabs me and lifts me over his shoulder as if I’m a sack of potatoes.
“Go,” I say.
A second later, we’re in the bedroom and he tosses me onto the bed. I spread my legs and give him a good look at my pussy. “Take off your clothes.”
His white shirt and then his black pants—apparently the staff uniform here—are on the floor in an instant. I didn’t even see him remove his shoes. He wears only black boxer briefs, and that bulge...
Damn. He’s huge.
Big dick energy, as Ginger once said about Alex. This guy has it in abundance, which is why I grabbed him in the first place.
“The rest, please.”
He slides his fingers under the waistband of his underwear and then pushes them over his hips and thighs until they hit the floor. He steps out of them, turns toward the bed, and his cock juts out, as massive as I imagined.
“Like what you see?”
I’m so not in the mood to stroke his ego. “I liked it when I saw you in the hallway. Otherwise I wouldn’t have invited you into my room.” I smile seductively. “Do you have a condom?”
His cheeks redden. “Uh...no. Sorry. I was working...”
“Good thing I’m prepared then.” I point to the nightstand. “Top drawer.”
He grabs a condom and tosses the packet on the bed. “What do you want first?”
“Lick my pussy,” I say. “Make me come.”
“Fuck...” he groans, lowering himself onto the bed. “I love eating a woman.”
“Good,” I say, “Because I love being eaten.”
He crawls toward me. “Spread those legs, beautiful.”
He dives between my legs and slides his tongue over my clit.
A shudder rolls through me, but it’s not enough. I want more. I grab his head and push it into my pussy.
He gets the idea. His tongue and teeth are everywhere then, pulling, nipping, slurping. I close my eyes and focus only on the physical sensation.
I want that orgasm, and I want it now.
Moans slide from my throat, and I grasp the comforter beneath me. I lift my hips, arch my back, grind into his mouth and lips, until—
“Fuck!” I roar as the climax catapults me into another world.
A world where emotion doesn’t exist. Only physical pleasure. No pain in this place. No worry or regret.
Only indulgence. Gratification.
Pure hedonism.
I float and float and float, even as he continues licking me, and when the climax begins to wane, I open my eyes, meet his gaze between my legs. “Again,” I command.
He smiles, his chin glistening, and he winks. “Yes, ma’am.” He sucks my clit between his lips.
Within another minute, I’m off to the races yet again. I soar over the island, my eyes squeezed shut, as I let go of every negative thing plaguing me.
It’s gone. Gone into thin air. Only this climax exists. Only this satisfaction. This pure satiation.
“One more,” I pant out. “Make me come one more time.”
“Can I fuck your ass?” he asks between my legs.
“Yes. Anything. I just need one more.”
He returns to my pussy, shoves a finger inside me, and finds my G-spot in record time. My clit is so sensitive, but he nibbles at it anyway, and it’s almost too much until—
“God, yes!” My hips gyrate of their own accord as I coast into the third orgasm, letting the sensations overwhelm me.
Take me away.
Let me escape from everything in my head.
A moment later, I’m on my stomach. Marc flipped me over. The rip of the condom packet zings through the air.
“On your knees,” he says.
Damn. I told him he could fuck my ass. Only Leroy’s been there. I like anal, but it takes trust. A huge amount of trust—and I don’t have that with Marc. I got carried away with the urge for that last orgasm, and I said yes to something without thinking it through. Thank God it’s not too late. I can let him fuck me, let him get off, and then he has to leave.
I flip over onto my back. “I changed my mind. No anal.”