Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
I grab her knees and push her legs wide open. Pulling my cock out, I slowly press back in, making sure every inch is felt. She wants me to move faster so damn bad. Her body is wriggling and her hips keep shifting as if this is in her control.
It isn't. This is me taking what's mine and giving her what she wants.
I throw my cock in and out of her body. She's trembling, her entire body violently shaking as her mouth drops open and she moans. Fuck, it's beautiful. I love the way she comes. I love how her cheeks grow even redder, and her lungs struggle to take even one complete breath of air.
Her walls grip my length, choking me down inch after inch. I don't want to stop. I could fuck her all day, every day, and still never feel like it's enough.
I need more. I want more. I want to bring her to the edge of insanity and hold her there, until she's begging me to let her go. Until she can't contain herself any longer and she screams out with delirious hunger.
Her mouth forms a perfect O as her moan goes silent, and her eyes pinch shut. I don't need to hear her voice to know that her body is rolling with tingles from head to toe. She's screaming from inside, from deep within her muscles and soul.
The tremble spreads from her fingertips and enters my body. My cock begins to pulse, throbbing with every thrust, pounding with every piston and jerk of my hips. Cum shoots from the tip, filling her entrance and dripping down my shaft.
My orgasm spurs another one for her. Arisa screams out, her nails piercing my skin as she throws her head forward and bites my shoulder. The tremble is now an earthquake of debilitating pleasure.
Our bodies are coated in a thin layer of sweat as we stare into each other's eyes. There are no words between us. What is there to say when words aren't needed?
I don't need to hear her tell me anything at all. All I have to do is look into those gorgeous eyes, and I can see everything I need to know.
I know this is special.
And I know I'm not going to let go of this girl ever.
10
Arisa
“Tonight's the night. Are you ready?” Monroe asks me as he comes up and hugs me from behind.
I lay my head back and smile. “Me? I should be asking you that question. Are you ready for this?” Straightening myself, I move the knife back and forth across the red pepper, slicing it thin. “This is your night, not mine.”
Monroe moves to my side and leans against the counter. “No, that's not true. This is your night too. He might be here for my restaurant, but your name is on this food, too.”
I smile softly and glance up for a second before looking back down at the pepper. “All right, so I might be a little nervous. It is one of the biggest magazines in the country when it comes to food.”
He chuckles. “Good, I'm glad it's not just me anymore.”
Monroe is all over the kitchen. He's running from one side to the other. He's in the fridge, he's in the back, he's at the stove checking and double checking. I grab him by the wrist as he passes by me for the twelfth time in ten minutes.
“Try to calm down, you got this.” I pop up on the tips of my toes and give him a kiss. “Your food is amazing.”
He rolls his eyes and lets out a frustrated breath. “I wish it were that easy. I'm going crazy. If I didn't have anxiety before, I do now.” Monroe rakes his hand through his hair and pulls it tight against his scalp. “I just want it all to be perfect.”
I'm trying to keep my own nerves in check and soothe him the best I can. “I promise you, it's going to be great.”
He tries to smile, but it's not believable. His nerves are more than visible in his wide eyes. “Yeah, we'll see. This is why I don't do these things, because of the pressure. It's so much easier to just be known for my food, and that's the reason people come. The second you get in a magazine, you have unfettered expectations.”
“I know you think that, but this doesn't have to be different. Think of it like this, Dariel is just another diner, that's all he is. Even if it doesn't go the way you want it to, people know your food is amazing, and one stupid little article isn't going to change that.”
His smile grows as he wraps his arm around my waist. Kissing me on the forehead, he says, “I know you're right, but I honestly don't think I'll be able to relax until it's over.”