Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 27128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“That reminds me, Antonio,” I gesture to his chiseled statuesque chest, “you’re conceited.”
“But not a cheater.”
We share a laugh. A moment later, the quiet kills me, though Antonio seems comfortable, no, amused, drinking me in. I point to the toothbrush. “I see you made yourself at home.”
“Shhhh...”
“What?” I glance down. As if expecting, shit, I don’t know what... Marinara sauce on my pure-white Italian silk blouse. That’s how crazy Antonio’s presence makes me. I’m naked and imagining such horrors. But bubbles stimulate my nipples.
I start to move forward, ready for round two. Antonio slides me effortlessly into his arms, and my thighs coast around him.
I anxiously anticipate our next sexual experience. Hell, at least some penetration, but he looks into my eyes.
Unnerved, I offer, “I have extra loofahs under the sink-”
“With the extra toothbrushes.” Antonio’s laughter causes my pussy to stutter. “Stop talking, Essence.”
Stop staring. “You promised to bathe-”
“We’ll fit that into your calendar soon enough. Look at me, preciosa."
“I am.” I purse my lips.
“Look. At. Me. Really look at me.” The impassioned order melts into reverence as a hand clutches my cheek. His words transition to Spanish. Deep. Soft. Droning over my slick, wet skin. The titanium plate I built around my world crumbles as I stare deeply into Antonio’s eyes.
Oh... my...
This is beautiful. The excitement charging through my veins and pulsing at the walls of my sex clammers to a halt. Antonio went from fulfilling my wildest dreams to something... something more intimate. Damn, I thought I was clear as crystal when declaring how I’m incapable of falling for an artist.
Chapter 8
Antonio
Every perfectly laid plan Essence Tavers has for herself disintegrates. I slide my palms over the peaks of her hips, soundlessly imploring her eye contact. As she’s astride my waist, the tension falls loose. Next are her inhibitions. I’m convinced her warm brown flesh hasn’t tingled in elation until me.
The water laps around us as she slides down onto my cock. A glow blossoms over Essence’s toasted almond complexion as she grinds over me with her eyes open. With my dick rigidly in her depths, I stroked my hand to stroke her clit. With the sudden pull of her gaze from mine, my fingers become brutal.
“Good, girl. Keep your eyes trained on me.” Slowly, Essence enters a different headspace. The Essence I met would’ve been affronted by the new nickname. But her pussy puckers around my dick, clutching tightly.
“Now, call me... Manny.”
“Manny.”
“Again. Glide your pussy over my dick while calling me Manny. I’m not Antonio to you, not anymore.”
Essence purrs, “Manny. Manny... Mannnnny...”
My hips pick up the rotation. I draw Essence away before slamming hard into her again. My cum will soon bathe every inch of her cunt. The sudsy water has cleansed every square inch of her marble floors.
We’re surrounded by water when something miraculous happens. Essence’s warm squirting flows around my cock. “Mannyyyy!”
With her legs shaking, she clutches me. The primitive animal in me commands more and more.
“Never take your eyes off me, preciosa!” I let the feeling build like a volcano. “Because if you do...” With each command, I pull out and then pound back inside her. “You will regret it.”
Her voluptuous body thrashes in my arms as emotions threaten to overthrow her. Essence exclaims, “Manny, I can’t keep cumming.”
My vicious strokes pour my heated seed deep into Essence’s core. “You will take this dick until I’m done with you!” I order, along with my climax sending tidal waves of cum surging through Essence until she’s trembling in my arms.
I run my hand over the back of her spine. “Hey, preciosa.”
“Yes, Manny?”
I smile warmly at her obedience. “You stopped looking in my eyes.”
She laughs against my chest. “You flooded my entire bathroom.”
Later in the night, Essence has tugged into my leather jacket and another ankle-length dress. The clingy fabric melts over her curves. Her heels click-clack over the helipad on the rooftop of my beachfront villa on the coast of Mexico.
I hop down from my helicopter, watching her hips. The floodlights follow her every move, as well.
“Can you see now?” She snorts, turning around to peer up at me.
“Sí.”
“Good. Because I feel you looking hard.” Essence saunters toward the wrought iron railing. “Because all your complaints on our first date, which technically wasn’t a date, since we crossed the line this afternoon. Yes, all of that led us here. To your home.”
“Stop overthinking, Essence. And I’ll give you a tour of the place.”
A few moments of silence are followed by Essence sighing.
“This is beautiful,” she says, allowing the gentle night breeze to fan over her face. “You complained at my place. The microwaved canapés, the boxed wine—”
“You’ll remember that forever, sí?”
“I’m a woman. That’s required.” She winks. “Then I take you to one of the most sought-after lounges in Los Angeles for dinner, and guess what? The place was too dark inside for you to enjoy the food. You just complained to get me here.”