Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
“I’ll keep that in mind,” she says while I release my hold on her and reach out to hold her hand as I close the door. It’s a simple thing I’ve done a million times before, but it’s like I have this electric current that has just run through me.
“I brought wine,” she says, grabbing her bag and pulling out a bottle of white wine. “I mean, I went with fruity. I could have asked the girl what she recommended to go with dick, but”—she shrugs her shoulders—“I winged it.”
“Fuck me,” slips out of me. “I think I’m in love.”
She throws her head back and laughs, her lean neck bare, nothing stopping me from leaning in and marking it.
Chapter Eight
Kaleigh
Pulling up to the address Noah gave me, I take in the houses on the street. Most of them look the same. I pull the mirror down to take one last look at myself. I fluff my still damp hair. Thanks to yoga in the park with the kids, I needed to shower right before coming here. I grab my bag, pulling out my lip gloss and applying a coat. The butterflies in my stomach are something I’m not really used to. Go in, do this, scratch the itch, leave. It’s my motto.
“Calm down there, big boy, I’m here for dinner and a good time.” I pull my hand from his once we get to the room with about a million candles. “You can burn down a house with this many candles.” I walk into the room, taking in the massive fruit baskets that are placed on the table. “Holy shit, this is a lot of fruit.”
“Oh, and I have chocolate also!” he says, running into what I assume is the kitchen. “And whipped cream.” He comes back in with his hands full.
I smile at him. “That’s sweet, but I’m vegan.” I walk to him when I see his smile disappear. It’s like I told him the tooth fairy doesn’t exist. I grab him by his waist. “Besides. I like my cock straight up.”
His hands drop the containers, both landing with a thud. “Fuck me,” he says.
“Actually,” I say as I reach between us for the sash, “I was hoping”—I pull on one piece while the silk falls from my hands—“that you’d be the one fucking me,” I say, pushing his robe open. And fuck me is right. Holy fucking me.
If I could stand here and gape at him, I would, but I’m seducing him. I’m making this my bitch. But holy shit my mouth just lost all its feeling. My tongue’s suddenly feeling like it’s swelled up. Dry. So fucking dry. His chest is perfect, pecs a perfect shape, his abs defined but not too much, and his side abs…On. Fucking. Point. But nothing can prepare me for what I’m thinking is the most perfect cock in the world.
It’s absofuckinglutely perfect. “Fuck me,” I finally say.
“I’m happy I could accommodate you,” he says, opening the robe more to give me a full view of it, not that I need it. I’ve mentally taken a picture of it.
Focus, Kaleigh, focus. Except the only thing I can seem to look at is his cock.
“Now that you’ve seen mine, how about I see yours?” His words pull me out of my trance.
“Is that right?” I ask him. “It’s like show and tell then?”
“It’s only fair.”
“That I can do,” I say, pulling the straps down my shoulders and watching the dress fall to the floor, pooling around my feet.
“You aren’t wearing anything under your dress?” he hisses out.
“You aren’t wearing anything under your robe?” I match his question.
“Yes, but—” He stops talking when I walk to him, going straight to my knees.
“Enough with this talk, I’m hungry.” It’s the last thing I say to him. The next thing I do is pull his cock head into my mouth. I moan as I taste his pre-cum on my tongue. I take him deeper into me now.
His robe hits the floor around his feet and my knees. Pulling my mouth away from him, my hands grip him, moving up and down. “I really like your cock.” I smile at him.
His eyes close halfway, his hips thrusting into my hand.
“It’s perfect,” I tell him as I suck him into my mouth again. This time his hands are in my hair, pulling it away from my face. My eyes look up, watching him watch me. I swallow him, my hand matching the rhythm of my mouth. His cock is getting harder than it was before, bigger also. My mouth leaves him while my hand continues. My fingers can’t even touch each other, his girth is that big. “I’m so going to fuck this,” I tell him as I lean in, twirling my tongue around one of his balls. “I’m going to ride this like it’s my last rodeo,” I tell him, taking him all the way into my mouth, almost gagging.