Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 70185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
The house, if you could call it that, was massive. Think the Biltmore estate or something of that caliber. Who the hell lives like this? There were flowers, I think, and a fountain, I think, and a reflective pool, maybe; how would I know?
Everything whizzed by until he came to a stop and walked around to let me out. My knees were too weak to stand, so he picked me up and carried me. I think there were people in his house, maybe a servant or something; I wasn’t sure until he said, ‘Do not disturb me for any reason.’
“Marcus put me down. I can walk.”
“No, this way is faster.” He actually threw me over his shoulder and ran up the stairs. I don’t know why that tickled me, but I couldn’t help laughing. The laugh died when he walked into a bedroom that was the size of a football field or bigger and put me down next to the bed that looked like it could hold seven people easily.
“Don’t be afraid.” I guess I needed him to tell me that because I felt like a virgin. I thought I was going to pee myself. I was nervous, but then I noticed something that calmed me all the way down.
His hands were shaking. He was not trembling like you’d do out of fear, just a slight tremor as he reached for the button of my jacket. He was concentrating very hard, too, and that loosened up the knots in my stomach.
I watched his every move, but he never looked up from what he was doing. And as each part of my skin was revealed as he peeled back the jacket and let it drop to the floor, his jaw tightened. He damn near tore the lace camisole that he’d paid five hundred dollars for in half, and as if he couldn’t wait any longer, his hand went down the front of my pants to feel me, and his lips, oh heaven.
I’d been wondering forever what his kiss would be like. But nothing prepared me for this. Have I been doing it wrong all along? How come a kiss never left me this breathless before? And his fingers, oh mercy.
They teased me through the front of my silky panties, and I keened in my throat because I wanted to feel his hand against my flesh. The kiss was wild, uninhibited. I don’t recall ever being kissed like the person’s life depended on it.
Does he have any idea how exhilarating this is for a woman who’d been cheated on? The way he acted, as if he couldn’t get enough of my taste. “Step out.” I’d been so lost I didn’t even realize that he’d unzipped and unbuttoned my pants.
I did as he asked, and no sooner had I stepped out of the puddle made by my pants than there was a tearing sound in the air. I felt cool air against my bare ass. He’d ripped my panties to shreds.
Before I could say anything, I found myself being pushed back across the bed, and then my legs were pushed back to my ears, and he was just there. His mouth, his tongue, was on me, in me. I cried out and came that easily. I think he growled, and that set off sparks in my tummy.
I grabbed the sheets and then his hair when he kept licking me, driving his tongue in deep. And then his finger or his thumb, I’m not sure which, and neither do I care, it was pressing down on my clit with the slightest pressure, and I wanted more; I begged for more, but still he moved at his own pace, and I just held on for the ride.
I came with a scream when he pushed two fingers inside me and went after my sweet spot. Today was the first day I knew where mine was. And now I know why everyone goes nuts over this; it was amazing. I saw stars each time he rubbed against it, and I was sure I was dousing his bed as much as I was cumming.
He went back to lapping at my clit, and by then I was crying. Crying real tears because I wanted something, but I didn’t know what that something was.
I wasn’t expecting it when he rolled me over and pulled me up on my hands and knees with my toes barely hanging onto the edge of the bed. I looked back to see what he was doing; I was about to thank him for remembering a condom since I wasn’t on the pill.
I’d stopped taking them after Paul left. But he wasn’t doing anything of the sort. Instead, he was stroking his mammoth cock while fingering my pussy from behind. My eyes crossed, and my toes curled, and then I felt him nosing around back there and tensed up.