Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61532 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61532 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
“I didn’t love her, if you were wondering,” I admit. Her gray eyes search mine. “I’ve never loved any woman in that way. I have loved others as any human being does. My son is my life. My father, despite his ways, loved me more than life itself. But a woman’s never been on my radar.”
“That’s fine, Darby, you know you don’t need to. To be honest, I don’t want that. I like the fun we have, let’s keep it at that.”
Her words shock me, it’s not the way I thought the conversation was going, I assumed I would have been the one to finish my sentence with ‘so don’t expect something I can’t give,’ but she beat me to it.
“I can only give you that. Are you sure that’s enough for you?”
She nods. “It’s enough, trust me.” She steps back into my arms and somehow the music which was silent is actually still playing as she starts to sway in my arms.
“Guys, we are off. The place is yours. Cameras are off, have fun,” Echo shouts over the music. They all walk out, locking the door behind them and leaving us behind. She pulls back to check around, and I can’t help myself, I’m a man at her mercy, and when she looks at me my mind goes blank, and I can only see her.
“Darby…” If possession were true, I’d be the one possessed easily by her right now. By her smile, her lips, by the sway of her hips as she pushes against me. She’s the witch in this story, and the spell she’s conjuring is one I’m singing to.
“Olympia,” I answer her as her melody plays on repeat in my head.
My hands lift under her, cupping her ass, and as I carry her, she wraps her legs around my hips until we reach an empty table. This place isn’t overly large, and the dance floor is circled by tables on the outside. One of which her ass is now firmly sitting on. Lifting up her dress that fits her body snuggly, she smiles as I come into contact with nothing but bare skin.
“Nothing on underneath.”
“This dress shows lines, couldn’t have that.”
I bite at her ear. “I like it.”
She bites mine back. “I know.” Then pushes herself against me as my straining cock pokes against my trousers. “Now, how about you remove it so we can get to the good stuff.”
I like the way she thinks, so I do just that, tearing the dress from her. She leans back with a look of pure lust written over her face as she gazes at me up and down.
“Your turn, big man, it’s not just me who has to be naked.” She winks.
It takes me a matter of seconds before I join her, my body going back to hers on the table.
“Better, my lady?”
She nods in approval with a smile adorning her lips. She leans forward, bringing our bodies as close as possible while wrapping her arms around my neck.
“Let’s not play. I’m in desperate need of you to the point I’m almost starving.”
I nod my head, liking the sound of that, but also wanting to taste her. Next time I’ll take my time, but tonight we’re both too eager and hungry for one another.
Hands grip each other’s bodies hard as she pushes herself closer to my eager cock. I can feel him at her entrance, and I’m desperate for what she’ll give me. Her eyes, so dark tonight, lock onto mine, search for something that isn’t there. Nothing is there but pure fucking lust, and when she reads that, her lips press onto mine, her body pushing even closer, and I slowly, ever so slowly, drive myself into her.
She gasps into my mouth when I enter her, but her lips don’t leave mine. When I’m fully seated, I stay still, her lips moving but our bodies not. She pulls back, takes a breath of air, and I push her back so I can see her, all of her. Olympia’s body hits the table, and I run my hand from her pussy, up her stomach, and in between her perfect set of tits before I reach her mouth. She takes my finger, inserts it into her mouth and when she does, her body starts rocking. Olympia’s the first to move, and fuck it feels good, so fucking good. Pulling my now wet finger free, I play with her nipple, circling it, then leaning forward so my mouth can cover and bite down hard. She tastes like all my favorites. No, she tastes like her. That’s my favorite.
“Darby…” She pushes her fingers through my hair while my cock is still in her, and my mouth covers her tit while my free one squeezes her other nipple. The simple movement makes me pull back and push into her. Olympia’s eyes close for a brief second before they open up, and slowly but steadily, a smile sneaks onto her lips.