Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
I drive through the city, clenching my hands on the wheel so hard my knuckles turn bone white.
My need for her is like nothing I’ve ever felt.
If I was dying in a desert and somehow stumbled my way to a pool of crystalline drinking water, I know I’d still choose my lady if she was laid out naked in the burning hot sun.
I’d forgo the chance at life just to feel her curvaceous body one more time, to taste that creamy juice squirting from her needy pussy, and to suck on those nipples until they’re red and hot.
Fuck, I haven’t even touched those nipples yet.
My cock throbs in my suit pants as I drive into the underground garage of Yasmin’s penthouse.
I bite down as I make my way to the private elevator, imagining Yasmin meditating and relaxing in her cabin, no idea that her best friend and I are going on a date tonight.
But Jade was right when she said it’s better to let her enjoy her trip and tell her afterward.
Tugging her from the serenity of her vacation only to drop this on her head would just be cruel.
Or you’re giving yourself an excuse, a bitter voice whispers.
I sigh and ride the elevator up, redirecting my thoughts from my daughter to Jade, my breathing coming hot and animalistic when I think about her wearing the dress I had delivered earlier today.
I use my key card to open the door and walk down the hallway, past the abstract art, and into the apartment.
“Jade?” I call.
When there’s no reply, savage protective instincts rise up within me, my body pulsing with the need to make sure she’s safe. Evil thoughts invade my mind as I stalk through the penthouse, ready to do serious damage to anybody who’s touched my woman.
I pause outside her bedroom door.
Quiet music plays from within, a pumping beat that’s mostly hidden beneath the tap-tap-tap of a keyboard.
I knock, wait, and then knock louder.
When there’s still no response I remind myself that this woman belongs to me, so entering without knocking is pretty much my right.
I push open the door and then make a rumbling, growling noise from deep in my throat, my manhood somehow getting even more filled with tension, something I thought was impossible.
I stare in awe at the sight of Jade sitting there in her tights and her bra … and nothing else.
The sleek black glittery dress I ordered for her lies over the back of the chair, as though she was halfway through getting dressed and then had to interrupt herself to write.
I stare at the way those breasts jiggle in her bra as she writes, bouncing like she’s putting on a show just for me.
She turns and smiles.
“Sorry,” she says. “I heard you but I wanted to get to the end of this chapter.”
She takes off the headphones and places them on the desk, swiveling in the chair so that I get an even better view of those big juicy breasts, her bra barely containing them, they’re so natural and curvy.
“What are you staring … Oh, heck,” she cries, her hand darting out for the dress.
“Don’t you dare,” I snarl, surging across the room and standing over her. “You’re going to stay like that until I’m done with those fucking tits. Lower your hand, Jade. Now. Do what you’re told.”
“Oh, God, okay,” she whimpers, placing her hands in her lap.
When I stare at how close those soft hands are to her wet eager pussy, I know there’s no going back, that I can’t leave this room until I’ve given this plus size queen some pleasure, a prelude to when I fully unleash myself upon her and pump her full of my seed.
“Touch yourself through the tights,” I snap. “Right now. Don’t argue with me about it, Jade.”
She whimpers as though she’s starting to realize just what sort of animal I am, and then she slowly starts to rub and grind her palm against her center. She bites her lip and her cheeks bloom red, a gorgeous mixture of embarrassment and excitement.
“Moan,” I tell her firmly.
She releases her lip and starts moaning musically, each twitch in her tone and voice fueling the throbbing hardness of my manhood.
I lean down and run my hands over her bra, feeling the goose bumped flesh beneath and hearing the quality of her moans change the more I touch and tease her.
Then I lose control and pull her bra down, wedging it beneath her breasts and just staring at them for long moments, the base of my dick aching so hard as I take in the full maternal suck-me-hard glory of them.
They’re big and round and her nipples are deliciously large and hard, begging to be sucked and played with.
Gorgeous blue veins crisscross over the ample voluptuousness here and there, my balls becoming heavy and fire-filled the harder I stare.