Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“Ummmm!” I scream as my bottom and pussy clench with delight, sucking it all in. “Oh fuck!”
Hot jolts of electricity sear through my form, making me shake and cry out as my bottom milks him furiously, begging for every last drop. Meanwhile the alpha male joins me on Cloud Nine, that hard body pumping me full of batter as we moan and writhe with ecstasy.
Finally, however, the fireworks cease and I collapse against Roman’s bronzed chest, sweaty and flushed.
“My goodness,” is my mewl. “Wow.”
He merely flexes his cock in my ass again, making me squeal.
“You were amazing, baby girl. But my question is: are you ready for more?”
With that, he pulls out, shifting me off his huge member, but the thing is that I just got pumped full and without his manhood acting as a plug, a huge waterfall of seed comes rushing out to splat loudly on the marble floor.
“Oh my God!” is my squeal. “Shit!”
But Roman merely seizes my mouth in a hot kiss.
“No, it’s fine, honey,” he growls against my lips. “Trust me, I’ve done worse in this house so the staff’s used to it. They’ll clean up without a peep of protest. But the more important question is that your bottom’s now empty again, and I need to fill her up.”
Then, he sweeps me into his strong arms, bridal-style, and soon I’m spread out in the master bedroom, as Roman Genovese goes on a rampage, penetrating and ravaging all of my holes. It feels amazing as I moan and cry out with bliss, but that’s not the craziest part. The worst part is that I want even more from my captor, even though I’m allegedly here against my will.
9
Roman
It’s been a week of heavenly bliss, not to mention the dirtiest slut-fucking ever. Normally, I don’t use language like that but it’s the only way to describe Taylor. After all, she’s a seasoned woman and I love it. Years of working at Club Z have made her flexible, sexy as fuck, and with a mind in the gutter to rival my own.
We’ve shared quite a few meals already, courtesy of my chef, but tonight I’m taking her to a restaurant. La Cirelle is a favorite of mine, and I’m sure Taylor will enjoy the elegant French fare.
Ah, there’s my girl. The curvy woman floats down the grand staircase to stand before me. She’s gorgeous as always with her brown curls swept up in a loose updo, and that ripe figure encased in a purple cocktail dress. I’ve tasted every inch of her body multiple times now, and she’s always sweet, creamy, and so wet and ready for more.
But then, I notice how Taylor shifts her weight a bit once she gets to the landing, grimacing slightly with pain.
“Is it the shoes, sweetheart?” I ask. “You know I love high heels, but you could wear something lower tonight if you want.”
The beautiful brunette shoots me a rueful look.
“No, it’s not the shoes, Roman. It’s that my body has been well-used over the past few days, so you can’t blame me for being sore!”
I nod, puffing my chest with masculine pride.
“Yeah, you have been worked over pretty well, haven’t you?”
Her brown eyes flash.
“I have, and my bottom’s especially achy right now after what you did last night.”
I pretend mock-shock.
“What, you didn’t like it?”
She flushes.
“You know I loved the anal fisting, Roman, but that’s one thing that I’ve never done before, so yeah, I’m a little achy today.”
I go hard while mentally visualizing her bottom before me, round and ripe with those white ass cheeks spread apart. It’s true. I couldn’t resist, and late last night, I convinced Taylor to let me push my entire hand into her backdoor. It was utterly depraved as she screamed and squealed face down into the mattress, but ultimately, the curvy brunette took my entire hand like a good girl. I’ve never come so hard before, and my fingers twitch now, dying to get into that bubble butt again.
“Oh there’s more for you where that came from, sweetheart,” I promise in a low voice as my blue eyes glint. “But come on. Food first.”
With that, a black car whisks us to the restaurant downtown, and soon, we’re seated at a table in the back, apart from the rest of the room.
“So what do I owe the honor of this special meal?” Taylor quips, shooting me a playful look from across the table. “Your chef is fantastic, and I was happy eating her food.”
I shrug and grin.
“You’re doing great things at home, honey, and you deserve to be rewarded, that’s all. Besides, I like taking my woman out. I want to show you off to the world because you’re so beautiful.”
Is it my imagination, but do her cheeks flush a pretty pink at the compliment? Taylor looks gorgeous in the candlelight, and a warm feeling descends over my chest at the intimacy we’re sharing. Fuck, being with her is amazing, and it’s almost funny that we enjoy spending time together under these illicit circumstances.