Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 67263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Her bikini bottoms were always high cut on those thick ass hips and so tight in the front that it created a little camel toe.
She would dive in the pool and I imagined my dick diving in that ass.
My cock would grow hard as she floated around, talking about music and shit. It was always hard to focus on her words when she was wet and half-naked. That wet fabric clung to her hard nipples. I could see her areolas through the thin fabric.
Sometimes she would get out of the water and squirt sunscreen on her chest. The air would fill with an exotic mango scent. White drops would fall on those big breasts, looking like my cum splashing onto her chest.
A few times, I offered to massage her.
That was when her bodyguards always stepped in.
Innocence always showed on her scarred face, like she was shocked that the guards had come outside. Her eyes went wide and guileless, and her lips parted in a soft O. She was always the picture of purity, but there was something knowing in the way she looked at me.
I wish I had that sunscreen lotion right now.
Watching Jean-Pierre and her in the kitchen, I spat on my dick again and pumped more, holding in a groan. I could feel the slickness of my own saliva mixed with the precum leaking from my dick.
Yes, Eden.
I tasted the salty sea air on my lips as waves crashed into the cliffs behind me. And all I yearned to do was taste Eden’s pussy.
Even in this moment, I wanted to shove Jean-Pierre to the side, bury my face between her thighs, and lick her pussy until she screamed.
I craved to make her come, over and over. I wanted to make her pussy slick and creamy. I wanted her to drip on my tongue and scream my name.
“Eden,” I whispered. “I wish you could cum all over my dick.”
A deep voice sounded next to me. “What are you doing?”
Shocked, I jumped back and almost went close to the edge of the cliff.
Boris grabbed my arm to steady me. “Be careful.”
“Get your fucking hands off me.” I stuffed my dick back in my pants and hurried to the side. “What the fuck are you doing back here?”
“What are you doing back here?” Boris watched me yank up my pants and then button them. “Or. . .maybe, I don’t need to know.”
“I’m over here minding my fucking business.” I zipped my pants and straightened the front. “That’s what I’m doing.”
My dick bulged and pressed against the zipper. I couldn’t keep it down so I put my hands in front of it. “What do you want? Shouldn’t you be doing pull-ups or something?”
“I just finished.” Boris glanced at the window, deeply gasped, and then quickly turned away. “Are you crazy?”
I walked around the corner and headed off. “This is grown man business. Why don’t you take your young ass back to—”
“If any of the pansies caught you watching—”
“If any of them caught you calling them pansies that would be a bigger problem.” I picked up my pace.
“I doubt that. What you’re doing could get you killed.”
I spun around. “What do you want?”
Boris frowned. “You were gone for a while. I was checking up on you.”
“I don’t need you to check on me, man. I’ve made it my whole life without you and not one scratch—”
“Jean-Pierre is going to scratch you up if he catches you—”
“I’m not crazy. I’m giving him the proper respect.”
“Are you really?”
“I have not tried to fuck his chick and trust me. . .that has been hard.”
“If he finds out that you were looking at them—”
“Alright, man. I get it, but there’s a part of me that is like fuck the Butcher.” I headed off. “I don’t trust his ass at all. That’s why I was doing reconnaissance just now.”
“Oh.” Boris got to my side with a smirk. “That’s what you were doing? Reconnaissance?”
I touched my chest. “This is why I’m Number One to Em. My head is always in the game.”
“Oh.” Boris rolled his eyes. “That’s where your head was at.”
“Eh.” I stopped and turned to him. “You got something to say to me?”
Boris’s frown deepened. “Yes.”
“Well then.” I held my hand out. “Motherfucker, say what you got to say.”
Boris pointed at me. “You’ve been fucking around this whole time we have been in France and not taking this seriously.”
“Taking what seriously?” I looked around. “Do you even know why we were sent back with the French.”
“It’s a symbol of loyalty with the Brotherhood and French working together—”
“Naw, man. Kazimir wanted us to make sure Jean-Pierre didn’t do some dumb shit and get in the way of what Em and he are doing in Italy. That’s all we’re here for. We’re babysitting a psychopath.”
Boris sighed. “I think we can do more.”