Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21989 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21989 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
She looks at me with shame in her eyes. “Is that okay?”
Is that okay? Fuck, this girl… she’s full of surprises. I can’t wait to discover each one, but first, I have business to take care of.
“Yes. That is very okay.”
She starts moaning and writhing around as I play with her little clit. “Has anyone had their hand here before me?”
Her head is resting against the seat as she shakes it. Her blue eyes are filled with need. And I know just what she needs.
I start to rub her hard little nub with my fingertips until she’s whimpering and then I slide my fingers into her tight pussy hole and moan as her inner walls clench around them.
She’s so wet and ready. This cunt is begging to be claimed by my cock.
I fuck her hard with my fingers until she’s crying loud enough that people outside can hear her through the sunroof. I see their confused and laughing faces through the windows as they look around for the source, but I don’t let that distract me. The feeling of my girl starting to come on my hand is too amazing to miss.
She grips my suit jacket and nearly tears the fabric as her body seizes, screaming so loud that my ears ring. Her wet little hole tightens around my fingers as she comes hard on them. I feel a rush of hot pussy juice surge onto my hand and I can’t help but taste it.
She watches in awe, trembling against the seat as I pull my wet hand away and lick her juices clean off my fingers. I moan hungrily as her warm sugary honey hits my tongue.
After every drop is gone, I reach into my underwear and grab some of the pre-come that’s been oozing out of my throbbing cock.
“My girl isn’t going to be walking around with a bare cunt,” I say with a growl as I touch between her legs and spread my seed all over her sticky wet mound. “Not without my mark on it.”
She presses her hand against the back of mine, holding me between her thighs as she catches her breath.
“Like I said,” she whispers. “Your girl would be a lucky one.”
I kiss her hard on her open lips, taking her mouth and laying my claim on it.
This girl is mine. For the night—that’s for sure, but hopefully, forever.
I’m going to do whatever I can to make that a reality.
I give her a hard punishing kiss that she won’t soon forget and then tug on her bottom lip with my teeth as we separate.
Her eyes are shining with lust and surprise as she stares at me in awe.
That’s right… I’m going to be keeping this one.
Forever.
Chapter Four
Arya
There are cameras everywhere along the red carpet that leads into the building. My heart starts racing like it was when Nolan’s hand was between my legs.
I’m in a limo with a hot guy about to emerge onto a red carpet where all of the photographers are going to take my picture in this stunning red dress. Isn’t this what I’ve always wanted? I always wanted to be an actress…
I sigh when it hits me. It’s always been the craft of acting that I’ve been in love with. Fame is just a byproduct of success in the craft. It’s not what I want and it’s not what I need.
But still, I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a thrill to step out of the limo on Nolan’s arm and see dozens of cameras turning to snap pictures of us.
“What are these cameras doing here?” I whisper to him as I hold onto his arm for dear life.
He smiles at me as he places his hand on mine, holding me in place beside him like he’s afraid I’m going to run off. “Mr. Brown throws giant galas with some of New York’s finest in attendance.”
“We’re part of New York’s finest tonight?” I ask with my pulse racing.
“Arya, you are New York’s finest. Period. Every night.”
My cheeks start blushing as he begins to walk me down the carpet. Reporters with microphones shout Nolan’s name and try to get him to speak, but he ignores all of them. His only focus is on me.
I feel hot all over. It was too soon to go out. It feels like everyone knows what we did in the limo. Like they know that I have Nolan’s hot seed throbbing between my legs.
“Mr. Cline, who’s the beautiful woman and what is she wearing?” someone shouts from behind the roped-off area. I see NY Fashion written on the microphone he’s trying to shove in our faces.
“Get away from her,” Nolan snarls at the guy. He puts a possessive arm around me and tries to pull me away, but I duck around him and head straight for the mic. I really want to be an actress and this is the sort of stuff I have to do to get my name out there.