Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 84219 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84219 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Samantha is imprinted in every fiber of my being.
When I walk out of the closet, dressed in a suit, I find my woman sitting on the edge of the bed and staring at her bare legs.
She glances up, and a smile tugs at her mouth as she takes in my suit. “You look handsome.”
I grip her chin between my pointer finger and thumb, and nudging her face up, I press a kiss to her lips. “Thank you, baby.”
When I pull away, she pouts at me. “Feed me. I’m hungry.”
I glance at my dress shirt she’s wearing, and the thought of my men seeing her like this fills me with jealousy.
But I can’t keep her locked in my room. We need to get some clothes from her apartment.
I stalk back into my closet and finding a pair of sweatpants, I take them to her.
“Stand up,” I order as I go down on one knee.
She obeys and places her hand on my shoulder to keep her balance as I pull the sweatpants up her legs. I tighten the drawstring so they stay up.
Looking at the shirt, I fasten the top four buttons so she’s completely covered.
Still not happy, I mutter, “That will have to do until we get clothes from your apartment.”
“Why are you grumpy?” she asks.
“You look way too fucking sexy in my clothes.”
Her eyebrow lifts. “Why is that a problem?”
I narrow my eyes on her. “Because I don’t want anyone seeing you like this. Especially not my men.”
A mischievous light fills her eyes. “Look who’s the jealous one now.”
“Damn right, I’m jealous,” I grumble. Wrapping my arm around her, I yank her against my body. “You’re mine, and mine alone.”
Samantha pushes away from me and walks to the door. “No sex. I’m starving.”
“Who said anything about sex?” I mutter as I follow her out of the bedroom.
“If you keep talking to me like that and looking like a sex god, it’s going to make me strip you out of that suit.”
I catch up to her before she can reach the stairs, and grabbing hold of her arm, I pull her back against my chest. Leaning down until I reach her ear, I murmur, “What will you do once you have me out of the suit?”
I cup one of her breasts and squeeze it hard, which earns me a moan.
“I’ll shove you onto the bed.”
Pushing my other hand down her front, I grip her between her legs and feel the heat coming from her needy pussy.
“Then what?” I growl as I rub her pussy while pinching her nipple through the shirt.
“I’ll…I…I…”
“You’ll what, baby?”
“Franco,” she gasps. “Fuck me.”
I push her up against the wall, and unzipping my pants, I free my cock before yanking the sweatpants down her legs. Grabbing hold of her hips, I lift her onto her tiptoes and slam my cock inside her pussy.
I pull her ass back against me with every thrust and fuck her senseless.
Moans and sobs spill from my woman, and within seconds her pussy grips my cock as she orgasms.
I follow right behind her, and squashing her against the wall, I enter her with a few hard thrusts before I bury myself to the hilt inside her.
A growl rumbles from my chest as I come inside her.
It takes a moment before we come down from the pleasure, and when I pull out of her, I watch as my cum trickles down the inside of her thighs.
I swipe some onto the tip of my finger, and pulling Samantha away from the wall so she’s leaning back against my chest, I bring my finger to her mouth.
Her lips part, and I groan when she sucks the cum off.
Slapping her bare ass, I say, “I want you eating breakfast with my cum between your legs. Don’t dare wipe it off.”
“Yes, sir,” she replies, her tone obedient as if we’re at the office.
Crouching behind her, I pull the sweatpants up her legs.
When I tuck my cock back into my pants and pull up the zipper, Samantha turns around to face me with a playful smile on her face.
“What perks do I get for sleeping with my boss?”
I can’t stop a grin from tugging at my lips. “Hmm, we’ll have to talk about it once we’re back at the office.”
Taking her hand, I lead her down the stairs so I can feed her.
Samantha
After I’ve had my fill of crispy bacon and french toast that Milo apparently prepared, Franco leads me to the living room.
Walking inside, I see Milo and Marcello standing outside on the veranda where they’re talking to a woman.
When we near them, the conversation stops, and they all glance at Franco and me.
The woman, who’s dressed in the same black combat uniform as the other guards, folds her hands in front of her and straightens her spine.
There’s so much respect on her face as she looks at Franco.