Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
I let out a large exhale.
“I’m glad,” I said, smiling at him. “There are so many ways to go wrong, but it seems like you’re doing right here. I’m so glad you’re not one of the billionaires out to enrich themselves.”
One corner of his mouth went up in a wry grin.
“Yes, sweetheart. I’m happy about that too, but to be honest, money is money and I’m not running a charity either. Sure, I try to do the right thing, but sometimes what the right thing is isn’t always so clear. Most opportunities are a mix of the good and the bad, and you just have to make the best decision you can given the information you have on hand during that time.”
I nodded, floored by his words. After all, Carver wasn’t just demonstrating his intellect, but also his ethical judgment and philosophy of life. Not only is this man a machine when it comes to making money, but he’s more too; he cares about people and the world, and wants to do right given his enormous resources and personal sense of responsibility.
As a result, how can I not fall in love with a man like this? He’s incredible: generous, but with generosity tempered by practical realities; giving, yet also hyper-aware of the ramifications of his giving; and loving as well.
Because Carver is absolutely loving to me. He treats me like we’re really dating, even though I know we’re not. I know I’m his plaything for the duration of my stay at Maruba, yet he doesn’t make me feel like a possession that can easily be discarded.
“Are you okay?” he asked one night after a particularly hot and heavy session. “I can go back to my room.”
“I don’t mind,” I said, snuggling up against him and enjoying his warmth. “You can stay if you want.”
But he merely chuckled.
“No sweetheart,” he said, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead. “You just took ten inches twice tonight, which makes twenty inches, and you need to get your rest. If I slept here too, you’d be taking thirty inches and things would start getting uncomfortable.”
I giggled at the thought, but the truth was this man has become the center of my universe because I love chatting with him, and I also adore making love to Carver. He’s insanely good-looking with those laser blue eyes, rough yet gentle hands, and most of all, his enormous tool. My mouth waters thinking of the ten inches, and I lie back now. It’s his contest, and I want him to win, so I smile while spreading my legs in welcome.
“Oh Carver,” I sigh, everything else fading to black except for him. “Yes, do it.”
I can hardly believe that we’re about to participate in the Pussy Depths challenge, but it’s true. Yet I’m not afraid nor ashamed because I’m with Carver, and that’s what makes things okay.
“That’s my good girl,” he growls, eyes gleaming as he kneels between legs. “Ignore everybody else. Just pretend it’s only us. Now lift your knees sweetheart, and juice a little for me.”
Everyone else, including the triplets, Amelia and the other billionaires have already faded into a gray haze. I lift my knees as Carver requests, pulling the robe off my body so that I’m nude except for my high heels. Then I reach down and pull the lips of my pussy open, showing him my wet hole.
“Right there,” I say throatily. “Put it in.”
He doesn’t waste a second. Slowly, he slides the pink toy into my depths, easing it into me. I throw my head back and let out a low moan, my huge breasts heaving. But five inches is easy and within seconds, it’s buried to the hilt.
Carver moves back a bit, while keeping his hand on the handle so that that everyone can see that the dildo is fully embedded in my depths. The two other billionaires’ eyes gleam as they applaud lightly.
“Great,” smiles Brett. “You’re next, Evan.”
With that, Evan approaches Amelia with his tool of choice as Carver slowly slides the pinkness out. I sigh again, letting out a moan and then press my thighs together with a sly smile at him. He leans forward and kisses me, pressing his lips to mine.
“You did so amazing, sweetheart,” he rasps. “We’ll definitely be going for gold.”
When our lips break apart, I look over and see that my friend Amelia, so shy when we arrived three months ago, is now taking a five-inch dildo all the way into her slick folds. She, like me, is all ripe curves and lush curls. She spreads her legs wide for her man and literally mouths Evan’s name as he pushes it in deeper.
“Yes, sweetheart,” he growls at her before bending his head to put a kiss on her clit. “You’ve done amazing.”
With that, he too shows the audience her capabilities, and then pulls it out.