Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 93699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
With her hair pulled into a curly bun atop her head, she’s dressed in a bright red parka and jeans. Rain is dripping from her coat and onto the hotel’s carpet.
“Hi…”
“Hey.” She blushes, and I notice the small grey suitcase behind her.
“How did you get here?”
“I rented a car after meeting a potential sponsor in New York.” She smiles. “Since you’re the one who tends to randomly come see me and we haven’t seen each other in what feels like forever, I figure I should return the favor.”
I stare at her.
She glances behind me, her expression slowly shifting from happiness to worry. “Am I interrupting your time with someone else?”
“There’s never been anyone else,” I say. “You know better than that.”
“Then why aren’t you saying anything?”
“I’m just stunned.” I slip an arm around her waist and pull her inside.
The moment the door shuts, I kiss her lips, and her suitcase falls to the floor.
“You know…” I whisper against her mouth. “I’m starting to think you have feelings for me.”
“I don’t. You’re just a former gym mate who I talk to every blue moon.” A blush crosses her cheeks, and I kiss her again.
“How long are you in town?”
“Three days. I want to come to your fight, too.”
I let her go at the sound of the food delivery and quickly tip the driver. Then I set the boxes on the counter and uncork a bottle of wine.
“You drink wine now?” she asks.
“Only if you’re around.” I hand her a glass. “This is that ‘Rainy Day’ brand you told me about months ago. It’s not that bad.”
“You mean, it’s the best.” She walks over to the couch, and I join her.
“Can I tell you something?” she asks.
“Of course.”
“I think you might be the best boyfriend I’ve ever had.”
“What do you mean, might be?”
“I’ll have to wait and see who comes after you before things are final.”
“Be sure to give me his address so I can have a few words with him, too.”
She laughs, and I pull her closer.
“There’s a Sailor Moon marathon on,” she says.
“Thank you for telling me what we won’t be watching.” I shake my head. I’ve already watched every episode of that show with her, and I can only take so much.
We compromise on Law & Order: SVU, and midway through the episode, she lays her head in my lap.
She slides a hand into my pants and pulls out my dick. Well, part of it. Then she flicks her tongue against the tip a few times.
“Tatiana…” I hold back a laugh and tilt her head up to face me. “What are you doing?”
“I’m trying to—” She blushes, pushing my cock back into my pants. “You know…”
“Suck my dick?”
“Surely there’s a softer way you can say it.”
“Okay.” I smile and gently push her up. “Allow me to help you with that.”
“Am I doing it wrong?”
“Not for long,” I say. “You should get on your knees, though.”
She hesitates but eventually moves to the carpet.
I loosen the drawstring on my sweatpants.
“Slide your hand inside my pants and pull it out. All the way out…”
She follows my command, and my cock stiffens under her touch.
“Good. Now, spit on it.”
“What?”
“You heard me,” I say. “Spit on my dick.”
She obliges, but it’s not wet enough.
“One more time,” I say.
She does, and then I grab her hand and use it to cover my shaft, showing her how to move her palm up and down the length.
“See how hard I’m getting for you?” I ask.
“Yes…”
I take a deep breath as she leans forward unprompted and swirls her tongue against my tip. Then she covers the head of my cock with her perfect, warm mouth.
“Fuck…” I groan. “Take me down your throat.”
Pressing her palms against my thighs, she adjusts her position and opens wide, sucking me down inch by inch.
When she’s halfway down, she gags.
“Slowly,” I thread my fingers through her hair. “Take your time.”
Nodding, she tries again, a lot slower this time. Fucking perfect this time.
I lean back, and she moves her mouth up and down my length, using her hands to massage my balls and leaving me utterly fucking speechless.
In between strokes, she spits on my cock a couple more times, and it takes everything in me not to pull away from her and bend her over this couch.
“I’m about to come,” I whisper. “You should jerk her head back or it’ll get in your mouth.”
She doesn’t get out of the way. Her mouth moves against me even faster.
“Tatiana…” I warn, but she acts as if she doesn’t care.
I slide a hand around her neck as my muscles tighten, and her warm mouth brings me to my fucking breaking point.
She leans back, keeping her mouth wrapped around my cock as I come on her tongue.
I stare at her as she swallows everything.
Still hard as hell, I grab her hands and pull her onto the couch.