Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or disappointed.
All I knew was that already I was hungry to have her again.
And again.
I woke up the next morning hard and aching, thoughts of Sasha dancing in my mind while visions of her luscious curves played behind my eyelids. She was so soft everywhere, with a small waist, meaty tits and thick thighs that felt warm and snug wrapped around me. Her scent still surrounded me because I hadn’t bothered to shower after leaving her room because I wasn’t ready to wash away our time together.
I grunted, annoyed that I hadn’t bothered to wash away her scent because now it tortured me. It reminded me of her, of the way she looked and sounded as I thrust into her, the way she gripped my hair tight when I made her feel good. My hand slipped under the sheet and fisted my cock, almost like it had a mind of its own.
I go with it, leaning back against the pillows with my eyes closed, gripping my cock, stroking it roughly to thoughts of Sasha. The way she took my cock down her throat without being asked, and then moaned as if she liked it. “Fuck,” I groaned and stroked faster. Harder.
Even now the scent and the sound of her was so visceral it was like she was here, on top of me. Like it was her wet pussy instead of my hand, gripping me tight and bringing me closer to the edge. I stroke and stroke with just one thought on my mind.
I want more.
No, fuck that, I need more.
More Sasha.
Now.
I was so close to starting my day off with a Sasha induced orgasm when my door smacked open and my agent and sometimes friend, Jack, appeared in the doorway. Though right now I was sure he was nothing more than my enemy. “What the fuck, Jack?”
His gaze landed on me, a smirk on his face like he knew exactly what I was doing and who I was thinking about while I did it. “We need to move the wedding up. ASAP.”
My hand fell from my cock and I sat up, brows knitted into a deep frown. “Why, what happened?”
“Nothing bad for once.” His shoulders relaxed and he looked around my room before dropping down into the chair beside the door. “I spoke to reps from Johnson Athletics and St. Bay Lager, both of which are interested in paying you a fat sum to use that pretty face to sell their goods. If your profile stays high right now, we can probably get this signed in the next fourteen days. You up for that?”
Johnson Athletics was the dream for any pro athlete. And beer? Well, beer was always a good bet for hockey fans and puck bunnies, not that I had any interest in them with or without a wife. “Yeah, I’m up for it.”
“Good.” Jack stood and kicked the sturdy bed frame with a wide grin. “Get your pretty ass out of bed, toss some water on your face and get your bride-to-be. We’ve got work to do.”
My ears and my cock perked up at his mention of Sasha. “I’ll be out in five.”
“Make it ten. I need you extra pretty to get Sasha on board.” Jack smiled and then disappeared, probably to go bother Henrietta.
When I entered the kitchen, Sasha was there with a wide-eyed look on her face while Jack prattled on, probably about the need for an expedited wedding. “Help,” she mouthed when Jack turned to me with a smile.
“You started without me,” I said as I walked across the kitchen to get a cup of hot, black coffee, turning my gaze to Sasha.
“I did,” Jack said, completely unbothered by Sasha’s shocked look. “But I see you’re dressed for the job at hand, so I’ll let you do the honors.”
“Yeah, okay.” I slowly sipped my coffee as I crossed the kitchen and dropped down at the head of the table. “The good news is that neither of us will have to endure six months of wedding planning.”
Her gaze didn’t move, didn’t waver for a long moment and I braced for the worst. Instead I was met with the sweet and husky sound of her laughter. “Sold, how long do we have?”
“July is a great month for a wedding,” Jack said, attempting to sound innocent.
Sasha frowned. “Won’t everyone think I’m pregnant if we get married so soon?”
I shrugged. “It won’t hurt for people to know I’m young and virile.”
She rolled her eyes but she couldn’t hide the smirk that curled her lips. “Fine. A day in July.” She folded her arms in resignation and looked at me expectantly.
“How about a Friday,” Jack asked in that way that wasn’t really asking. “You can have a long weekend away together and then later you can do a big honeymoon. We’ll make a big splash out of it.” He smiled, all self-satisfied.