Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
But now that I know, it must be true. His sweater is a fine, forest-green color, likely made of cashmere, and his jeans look expensive. It’s probably one of those cult Japanese denim brands. Of course, there’s nothing gaudy or overt about him. Even his watch is discreet, although it likely cost five figures.
So what the hell am I doing here? I’m a penniless student without a plan in life whereas he’s a successful entrepreneur who likely has twenty projects going on at once. I live in this podunk town, barely scraping by, whereas he probably resides in a posh Fifth Avenue apartment with city views. How the hell did we end up on a date?
The answer is obvious. It’s because Flora was desperate to meet up with Lonnie, so she asked me to show her uncle around. Still, I didn’t think Blake Reynolds would be mouth-wateringly handsome and unbelievably arresting.
The alpha male’s still looking at the screen, mesmerized by the action, while his left hand reaches for the popcorn bucket again. It’s in my lap and trying to be helpful, I gently scooch it towards him a bit so that he doesn’t have to reach as far. But instead, calamity occurs. He doesn’t realize that I’ve shifted the bucket, and instead, his hand quests down between my legs – right at the juncture of my thighs in fact.
Holy shit! I gasp a bit and Blake jerks for a moment, his eyes darting towards mine. But to my surprise, the businessman doesn’t pull his hand away immediately. He doesn’t act like he’s accidentally touched a hot potato. Instead, his hand goes completely still, merely resting against my warm mound. Oh god. Can he feel the heat and moisture emanating from it?
Evidently so, because a slow smile overtakes his handsome face, and his hand moves a little. Or more accurately, his fingers wiggle a bit and I let out a gasp. That delicate touch niggled my clit and I let out a low, breathy moan of need as hot jolts of electricity pulse through my pussy. Mmm, it feels so good!
Blake lets out a low rumble of laughter even as the action movie continues to blare onscreen. Then, his hand dips lower so that he’s lifting my skirt and he gently skates a broad fingertip up my thigh. I tremble a bit and part my legs willingly, begging him to touch me where I need it the most. Oh my god, is this really happening? Am I actually being fingered by a handsome male in public?
But it’s true because obligingly, his finger skates up my thigh and straight to the crotch of my panties. To my shame, there’s a blot of wetness there, and he growls again, lighting testing it with his finger.
“I like it when you’re wet,” he rumbles so that only I can hear. I gasp again, my breasts heaving as he taps his digit against that sopping patch.
But Blake’s doesn’t stop there. Slowly, delicately, he hooks one digit into the crotch of my panties and slowly pulls the fabric to the left so that my steaming slit is bare for him.
“So beautiful,” he rasps. “Wet and moist, just like a good girl.”
It’s true because the scent of aroused pussy is overwhelming and as I watch, Blake’s nostrils flare as he inhales my aroma.
“Do you like being stroked where it counts?” he asks.
“Yes,” I mewl. “Please do it, Mr. Reynolds.”
He chuckles again and slowly lets his finger drift to my clit. The clever man niggles it a bit, making me let out a sharp squeal of delight.
“Oooh! Unh!”
The man grins again.
“So responsive,” he growls low in his throat. “But I know you’ll like what comes next even more. Slowly, he rubs that finger against the bottom of my clit, massaging it, and the top of my head almost bursts off. It feels amazing and my cunt gushes hotly, coating his palm in warm fluids.
“That a girl,” he groans. “You’re so fucking wet.”
I am, and now I’m gyrating my hips to try and get him into my little hole.
“I need it,” I pant. “Please Daddy.”
He growls low in his chest and obliges.
“Anything for my baby.”
With that, his finger trails down my pussy lips until it gets to my opening and slowly begins sliding inside. It feels amazing to be penetrated by that thickness and I tilt my head backwards, eyes closed, enjoying the slide.
“Mmmm,” is my breathy cry. “Oh yes.”
“You take it so well, don’t you, little girl?” he rasps again. “I can’t wait to be deep in you with my hardness.”
My eyes fly open then.
“Oh yes, Daddy,” is my mewl. “That’s what I need. This isn’t enough.”
His expression is teasing.
“Really? You don’t like this?” he asks, circling his finger in my hot tunnel, rubbing against my g-spot. It’s absolutely heavenly, but the truth is that I crave more. I shake my head even as my breasts heave.