Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 131728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
His eyes rise to meet mine. “Excited.”
I smile softly up at my beautiful man.
What?
“We have so much to be excited for, Hen. Don’t we?”
He nods.
“So who’s the lucky girl, then?” I tease.
His eyes dance with delight. “A threesome-loving chick I met at a swingers’ party a while back.”
I laugh. This man kills me. “She’s a lucky girl.”
“Maybe.” He leans down and kisses me, his lips lingering over mine. “We should fuck now.”
I smile against his lips. “We’re waiting until we get back from dinner tonight, or I’ll fall asleep and won’t go out at all.”
He exhales in disgust and rolls onto his back. “My threesome-loving swinger wouldn’t say that. She’d be all for it, blowing me, right here, right now.”
I giggle. “Who, the future Mrs. James?”
“That’s her.”
“Maybe you’ll find her back at the hotel.”
He slaps me hard on the behind. “Let’s go.”
Henley
I sit out on the deck overlooking the ocean. What is she doing in there? I glance at my watch; she’s taking forever to get ready.
I have never felt so relaxed and sated. This trip really was needed. I didn’t realize how much I needed to get away.
The wind whips through my hair, and I smile into it. I glance at my watch again.
We are going to be late. What the hell is she doing in there?
I walk back into the bedroom and open the bathroom door; I take a step back. What the . . . ?
Juliet is wearing a long dark wig and has a full face of sexy makeup. She’s in white sheer suspender stockings and a matching sheer bra.
My eyes drop down her body, and my mouth falls open.
This is so unexpected . . .
She’s bending over the sink, and my eyes meet hers in the mirror as my cock begins to throb.
She turns and drops to her knees in front of me. “Threesome-loving swinger at your service, sir.” She unzips my trousers and takes me into her mouth as she fists me hard.
My head tips back in ecstasy. “Fuck.” I grab her face between my two hands and slide deep down her throat. I stare at her beautiful face, so innocent and sweet, yet the dirty, dirty whore that I need.
I know exactly where I’ll be in five years.
Married to her.
Chapter 25
What?
She sucks me hard, and I clench my cock down her throat as my body takes over.
The need to fuck ravages my soul.
This is a trap.
The walls begin to close in around me: her dark wig, the lingerie.
Her perfect mouth. Her eyes flutter shut as she slurps and sucks me loudly. “You taste so good.”
She wants to get married.
Her legs spread wider on the floor, and I drag her to her feet and spin her toward the mirror and bend her over. I rub my finger over her perfect asshole.
I want her here. I want her to feel as vulnerable in this as I do.
She whimpers as she throws her head back in pleasure.
I hate that I have no control over myself with her.
When we are in the moment, which is all the fucking time now . . . she owns me.
And she fucking knows it.
I hear my heartbeat in my ears as arousal takes me over.
I lift her leg and rest it up on the sink and slide my finger deep into her ass.
My cock is weeping in anticipation.
Her eyes darken as they hold mine in the mirror.
I grab a handful of the dark acrylic hair. “Stop acting fucking innocent, Juliet.”
She throws her head back and moans.
“You want my cock so far up your ass.” I jerk her hard. “Don’t you?”
She whimpers.
“Say it,” I growl. Something has come over me, something dark and sinister, my old traits returning. I can’t play gentle with her anymore.
I am who I am. I want her here like this.
Right now.
I position myself at her back entrance.
“No,” she cries.
My eyes meet hers in the mirror.
“Not like this.”
She brings me back to the moment.
“Fuck it.” I bend her over and slam into her sex. The muscles deep within her body ripple around me. I see stars.
All the fucking stars . . . and I hate them.
And in this moment, I hate her for how weak she makes me.
I take her to the bed and give it to her, good and hard like she deserves.
She cries out as I bring her to orgasm again and again, and damn it.
I hold myself deep as an earth-shattering orgasm runs through me. I’m breathless, panting, covered in perspiration.
I pull out and roll off her.
We lie in silence, both gasping for air.
I eventually get up and walk into the bathroom and turn the shower on.
I need to get my head around us . . . and quick.
Juliet
I wake with a start. The room is in darkness, and feeling disoriented, I look around.
What time is it?