Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
“What’s your favorite book?”
Mari stops walking and gapes at me. “That isn’t fair! You can’t ask me that question.”
I chuckle. “It’s not fair, but you still have to answer.”
“Then you have to answer, too!”
“I will. You first.”
“This is too hard. I can’t pick a favorite!”
“What’s the one book you keep going back to, no matter what? The one you can reread a hundred times and never get tired of it?”
She’s silent for a long time as we continue to walk. It probably was mean of me to throw the question at her like this. She should be extra grateful, though. When I asked Mark, I did so when we were having dessert at a nice restaurant. He had to answer before we paid the bill.
“Okay…I think I have an answer.”
It’s only been about twenty minutes, so I’m surprised.
“What is it?”
“Well, it’s not an easy decision, but I thought about what you said. There’s only one book I’ve been able to return to a ton of times and never get tired of it. Don’t think I’m lame, though…”
“Never. Just tell us,” Mark urges.
“Charlotte’s Web.”
I grin. “That’s a good choice.”
“Really? You don’t think it’s childish?”
I shake my head. “Charlotte’s Web is an amazing book. I especially love that line about people believing anything they see in print.”
“That’s my favorite! If I ever get a tattoo, it’ll be that quote.”
“I think that would make for an excellent tattoo.”
“Thank you. Now what’s yours?”
“Great Expectations.”
Mari stops walking. “Wait, seriously?”
I nod. “What were you expecting me to say?”
“I don’t know, but I wasn’t expecting you to answer that quickly.”
“I’ve put a lot of thought into it.”
“Why Great Expectations?”
“It’s the first book I read on my own by choice. I saw it on my teacher’s shelf and picked it up. I didn’t like it at first, but I couldn’t stop going back to it. Now I’ve written scholarly articles on it.”
“Wow, that’s amazing. How about you, Mark?”
Mark groans. “I hated this question when I had to answer it. My choice is A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court. I think it’s Mark Twain’s best book.”
“I’ve never read that one,” Mari admits. “Maybe I should.”
“You should! It’s really good. I think you’ll like it.”
Our favorite books dominate the conversation as we finish the walk. By the time we’re back at the hotel, we’ve established that although we each picked only one book, the true answer is that we each have a list of favorites, and that the #1 favorite changes depending on our mood.
It’s mid-afternoon when we get back to our room.
“I’m so tired,” Mari groans, flopping down on the bed in her room. I take a seat beside her. Mark joins us on the bed as well.
“We need to stay awake for a few more hours,” I coax. “Otherwise, we’ll be off all week.”
“I know. But I need something to help keep me awake.”
I smirk. “I have an idea that might help.”
Fire lights up her eyes. “I hope you’re thinking what I’m thinking.”
“He definitely is,” Mark says. “I am, too.”
Mari grins. “Thank goodness.”
I lean forward and kiss her, hard. She responds immediately, pressing her body against me. I’ll never get used to this. Mari is beautiful, and her curves feel amazing.
While Mari and I kiss, Mark makes quick work of peeling off our pants. He spends some extra time around my crotch, slowly sliding the fabric against my hardness. Mark knows how to drive me crazy in the best way.
I nibble Mari’s bottom lip. She moans and grips my shoulder, pulling me closer.
My fingers find her wet slit and dip inside, causing her to moan again. I love how receptive she is to my touch.
While I finger and kiss Mari, Mark kneels at the foot of the bed and takes my cock into his mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan. “That’s good, baby.”
I can’t see his face, but I know Mark is smiling. He’s always smiling when he sucks my dick. He’s damn good at it, too.
I thrust four fingers into Mari’s wet pussy.
“Yes!” she cries out. “Don’t fucking stop!”
I continue to finger her, my thumb pleasuring her tender nub. With my other hand, I tug at her shirt until she removes both it and her bra. I move my lips from her mouth to her neck, and then down to her breasts.
“I’m going to cum!” she screams when I suckle her hard nipple. Her pussy contracts around my fingers.
“I’m close, too,” I warn Mark.
“I want to taste you, baby. Cum for me!”
Mark takes me all the way down his throat. It’s too much for me to handle. I shoot a massive load, grabbing his hair and holding him on my cock as I fill his mouth.
When I’m finished cumming, I release him. Mark slowly pulls away from my cock and smiles as he swallows my seed.
“I think it’s my turn,” he says slyly. “Are you ready for me, Mari?”