Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Except for one part. She laughingly complains about how much weight she’s gained from eating so many rich and indulgent foods for her column, but I think she gets sexier every day we spend together. And the twenty pounds she’s put on? It makes her look even more lush and desirable in my eyes.
Plus, I love her new job for a number of reasons that have nothing to do with her weight. For one, we’re constantly trying new places. Some weeks, we don’t have a single day free to cook at home. For example, last week we ate at a Brazilian steakhouse, a sashimi bar, a milkshake food truck, and a French bistro. She knows so much about different cuisines it’s astonishing, and since being together, she’s taught me how to put together all my favorite meals. She’s taught me how to sharpen a knife and how to make mayonnaise. That’s how diverse her skills are. The woman’s absolutely amazing.
Plus, it’s such a turn on to see how much the restaurant staff kisses Casey’s curvy ass when we go out to eat. They roll out the red carpet for her because they know she’s a food critic, and the chef sends surprises out all night. Often, Casey will ask for a tour of their kitchen and say hi to all the cooks. She always thanks them for the meal and asks them about themselves. My girl is gracious, for sure.
I’m so proud of her.
Plus, it’s been a year since the whole bracelet debacle. Sometimes looking back, I can’t believe that’s how I met my soulmate. Advice columnist? Whiny letter writer and feisty reply? It’s almost laughable because now, it just seems so far in the past.
If anything, I need to thank Maria for writing that missive and sending it to Two One Two. I’ll do it in person when we attend her wedding to Mark in June. Things really do come full circle, don’t they?
Plus, a few months back, Casey moved out of her apartment in Brooklyn and joined me in Manhattan in my penthouse. It’s perfect because I have 24/7 access to my lover’s body, and I’ve been teaching her the dirtier ways of making love.
At the moment, she’s on her hands and knees, squealing as I slide my dick into her ass.
“Oh god,” the brunette moans, throwing her head back with her eyes closed. “Oh fuck.”
“That’s right, sweetheart,” I growl. “Take it in your butt the way you like it. I know you’re an anal slut.”
Most women would be offended if I talked like that in the middle of a hot session. But not Casey. My woman knows that I treasure her more than anything, and besides, the filth turns her on. As if in answer, her ring clenches around my dick and she moans loudly again.
“Yes,” she breathes. “Yes, pound my bottom, big guy.”
And it doesn’t take long because her anus is so tight that within a few minutes, I’m spewing my sperm deep into her rectal cavern.
“Yes!” she squeals, collapsing onto the mattress with her bottom still contracting on my hot shaft. “Oh fuuuuck!”
I grunt loudly, depositing the rest of my sperm into that hot anal channel. I love my baby, and how she makes all her holes available to me 24/7. That’s part of what makes us so compatible.
Once it’s over, we lay quietly in bed. The curvy girl’s on her back, smiling mindlessly. Anal sex does that to her. Once my female was introduced to the pleasures of the butt, there was no looking back. Absentmindedly, she caresses her stomach, eyes shut. I watch her hands work in figure eights against her naked belly. It’s sexy. She’s been spilling out of her clothes, and I find it irresistible. How did I get so lucky?
“Still full from last night’s dinner?” I tease, giving her swollen belly a kiss. Blushing, she stops and drops her hand. From crazy sex nympho to innocent girl, all in a span of ten seconds. I love it.
“It was a great meal,” I growl, taking her into my arms. “Though I was surprised you went with the pork chop over the steak. I thought you didn’t like pineapple.”
“I don’t, but I couldn’t resist the potatoes gratin it came with,” she admits shyly. “Can’t say no to a big dose of carbs.” Oh yeah. My baby likes to eat.
“And I couldn’t believe the way the chef fawned all over you too,” I grunt. “Sitting at the table like that, with all the hand-kissing? I couldn’t tell if he had a thing for you or if he just really wanted that five-star review.”
“Maybe a bit of both,” she giggles.
I laugh and give her a kiss.
“Now that you’re doing reviews, you must be feared by everyone in the food service industry in New York.”
She gives me a playful swipe. “Hardly. And I am pretty sure that you were the only one who was actually afraid of me.”