Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
“Did you like being called Mrs. Savage?” I ask in a low growl. “I definitely liked hearing you called that.”
She inhales sharply, turning to look at me with soft eyes.
“I just … well, everything’s happened so fast between us,” she murmurs. “I mean, a month ago, we didn’t even know each other.”
I squeeze her hand again.
“That’s true but I’d say that things have progressed wonderfully between us, wouldn’t you agree? We’ve always gotten along well, from the very beginning, and I think that time has shown that we’re an excellent fit, emotionally and physically.”
She blushes at my double entendre, but her sassiness comes to the fore then.
“Well, you’re very big, and I’m still limping a bit,” she says in a saucy tone, her eyes sparkling in the dark. “So I’m not so sure about fitting together so well.”
I growl and pull her close so that she tumbles into my arm before bestowing kisses all over her creamy skin.
“You fit me just right, pretty girl. You’re perfect for me in every way.”
She giggles again, pressing her lips against mine in a very satisfying and passionate liplock. But then her eyes grow serious.
“I know, Cameron. But what are we doing? You’re a billionaire CEO whereas I’m an eighteen-year-old girl without a high school degree.”
“You’ll have your degree soon enough,” I growl. “Don’t worry about that.”
She nods, but then bites her lip.
“Yes, that’s true, but you know what I’m saying. You’re a man of the world with experience, whereas I have none. I was literally a virgin when we met, and I didn’t know much of anything.”
“Well, you’re not a virgin anymore,” I say with one brow cocked. “Not even close on that one.”
She laughs, amused in spite of herself, but then grows serious once again.
“Yes, but Cameron, there’s a vast chasm between us in terms of age, experience, and oh, just about everything. I know nothing, whereas sometimes I feel like you’re God himself. How do we bridge that?”
Damnit. I really didn’t want to have this conversation because it takes a lot of courage to say what I want to say. The fact is that I’m in love with Maddy, and I don’t know how to tell her. It sounds ridiculous because formulating the words should be easy. There are only three, after all: I, love, and you.
Yet I’ve never said those words to anybody, and the thought of saying them makes me choke up. There have been multiple times now during this past month when I wanted to tell Maddy, but the phrase always got choked in my throat. So here I am now, tongue-tied and unsure what to do next as my woman looks at me expectantly, with the world in her eyes. Oh shit. What do I do?
Fortunately, the lights dim then and the curtain comes up. Music begins to play and soon it’s reached ear-splitting levels, making it impossible to talk. Acrobats tumble out across the stage, and there’s a clown with a red nose cracking jokes and making the audience laugh. Maddy laughs along with them, the silvery notes of her giggles making my pulse leap and my heart jump. I’ve been saved just in time.
The show is every bit as awful as I thought it would be, but I content myself watching my beautiful girl as she takes in the spectacle. She’s gorgeous and has only become more so during our time together. Her skin glows in the reflected lights, and there’s a sparkle and knowing quality to her gaze that has only been there since I made her a woman. I run my hand up a luscious thigh, and Maddy turns to look at me in the darkness.
Our gazes sizzle and crackle with electricity, and of course, she knows exactly what I want. With a sly smile on her lips, slowly, she pulls her velvet skirt up so that inch after inch of creamy thigh is exposed. My mouth grows dry as more and more of my girl is revealed. Then she pulls it up even more until finally, her perfect pink mound is exposed. Oh shit. She’s not wearing panties, and those lips are already swollen and glistening a bit. My dick jerks to attention and strains at my trousers, dying to get out.
But Maddy has me in a lock. Never dropping my gaze, she parts her thighs, and sure enough, her pink lips come into view. She reaches one hand down and slips them between her thighs, moaning a bit as she teases her clit out of its hiding place. Oh shit. Her clit has always been my downfall because it’s so big and hard, and tonight is no exception. My girl is already at full arousal, and her nub is at least two inches long, stiff and ready for my mouth.
I have to do it. I can’t resist. Slowly, I slip out of my chair and get down on my knees before her. She smiles beatifically at me, and spreads her legs open wide so that that aromatic pink slit is ready for me, and like a supplicant, I lean forward and lick her from asshole to clit.