Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
“No strings attached, you say?” He strokes his chin. “Pretty confident of you to say that.”
“Why?”
“Because after I make you squirt, Sugar, I think you’re going to be addicted to me.”
I cross my arms. “Aren’t you full of yourself?”
“I’m just stating where I think this is going.”
I raise my eyes. It’s a bit pompous to assume that, considering I’ve never come once in my life – but I can tell he believes it. What’s more? I think it’s true.
If he can be the one to finally give me an orgasm, I think I’m going to grab onto him and never, ever let go.
5
RAINIER
I’m a bit shocked at how fast this is going. Doesn’t mean I don’t want it, and doesn’t mean I’m not going to go along with it. I see Sugar and I want her so damn bad. She’s not just some girl who I happen to find attractive, there’s something about her that’s way more magical than that.
Still, she is asking to keep this a no-strings-attached experience. I’m having serious doubts if I’ll be able to stick to that. She’s got this sense of humor and charm to go with her beauty that turn her from fling to top-tier marriage material to me.
But I keep that to myself, even if only for now. Maybe she’ll feel the same. Maybe she’s true to her word and this is only a fling. I’ll get to that heartbreak when it comes, I suppose.
“Well, if that’s what you want, I think I’m ready to wait a bit for dinner in order to satisfy your craving, Sugar.”
Her eyes light up with a nod. She scrambles to the fridge, taking some plastic wrap off the top and wrapping up her cookies-in-progress. I do my part in turning the oven down way low so as not to burn our food when we’re distracted by one another.
With practical matters taken care of, I turn to her. I take her by the hand and then pull her into my arms. Her lips are just as sweet as the last time I tasted them, but this time I go deeper, to the place I know we both want to be. My tongue finds hers, making the kiss all that much more electric.
I run my fingers through those beautiful, soft curls of hers, still in awe of how gorgeous she is. Running my hands down her body, feeling the softness of her flesh, the weight of her tits, making every bit of her prickle as my fingers slid down her spine until I take a good, solid hold of her ass.
She lets out a coy laugh as I hold her there, leaning into me more. Our kiss breaks, and I stare her dead in those gorgeous baby blues of hers.
“If I’m going to be your first, Sugar, I’m going to do it right.”
I whisk her off her feet and into my arms.
“Wait, what...” She stammers from my sudden display of strength.
“You didn’t think I was going to fuck you in the kitchen for your first time, did you? This is something I think we have to do properly.” Fucking her is the goal, yes, but there are so many other things I want to do to her first.
I carry her through the house, taking her up the stairs. It’s not too hard to find which bedroom she made hers, with the duffel bags and suitcases lying about.
A nice queen mattress waits for us, and I fall onto it with her, kissing her again when we touch down. She’s giggling and seemingly having the time of her life, and it’s quickly becoming the same for me.
I want all of her. She pulls off her sweater, and I’m pushing the t-shirt underneath up with it. The clothes fly into a heap on the other side of the bed.
She didn’t dress today to show herself off, a simple sports bra underneath attesting to that. But it doesn’t matter to me. Even in everyday underwear, she’s absolutely stunning and I want to feel her, touch her, please her.
And she’s loving every second of it. She’s trembling in delight from my touch alone, and I’m only getting started.
She’s clawing at me too. I hastily undo the buttons of my flannel and toss it away, her hands immediately going to my bare chest. Slightly hairy, but firm with muscle. The chest of a man and not a preening bodybuilder.
Her jeans follow next, showing me that this morning she didn’t bother to match her undergarments. There’s something real about Sugar, and this only adds to it.
I run my hand down her thigh, feeling every little goosebump there until I come to her panties. I slide one finger over the fabric between her thighs, and I can feel the intense heat that’s there for me, confirming what I already knew.