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)
“What are you thinking about over there?” she asks, laughing.
“Um.”
“It better be because of me that you’re sporting a boner. Here.” She hands me her purse. “Cover that up.”
I take it from her, holding it in front of me. When we get into the car, I give the cab driver the hotel’s address.
“Swanky,” she says, watching the city coming into sight. “I’ve actually never been here,” she says, looking out at the Brooklyn Bridge. “Do you think we will have time to go to the Statue of Liberty?”
My hand reaches out to grab hers. “We can make it happen. What do you want to do first?”
“I think that is a given. I want to go and do yoga in Central Park.” When we check in, her eyes open even more when we walk into our penthouse suite, overlooking Central Park. The floor-to-ceiling windows give you a panoramic view. She stands in the corner as the doorman deposits our luggage in the bedroom.
I walk to her, pulling her shoulders back to me. “It looks so busy,” she says, watching the little yellow cabs zoom down the street. “Look over there.” She points down to the park where we see all green and little dots that have to be people. “I want to go there.”
“Then let’s get changed and go,” I tell her.
“It must be really cool here at night with the light and everything,” she says, walking away from the window. “I wonder if we turned the lights on and you pressed me to the window and fucked me if people would see.” She smiles at me like the little minx that she is.
“I may or may not have brought some lingerie with me, some that don’t require you taking anything off.” She runs her hands down my chest and cups my dick. “Some that give you easy access. You know, like if I would bend over and open my legs there would be nothing blocking you from pounding into me.”
“Okay, first sex then yoga,” I tell her, picking her up and placing her on the dining room table in the room.
“I think I need stretching. You might have to throw my legs over your shoulders.” Her hands comes out to rip off my T-shirt while I pull her shirt over her head. The white lace bra, showing you her nipples that are pebbled and waiting for me. My hands go straight to her as I lean down and take one in my mouth, lace bra and all. I bite down on it, making her throw her head back as she grinds her hot covered pussy against my raging hard on. The next thing I know is I’m buried balls deep in her while she leans back a bit on the table and has both legs wrapped around my neck.
When we finally make it to the park, we see that we aren’t the only ones with this idea and there is actually a couple that stops next to us, copying Kaleigh as she goes through different positions. She makes friends with about fifteen people as I lie on my yoga mat perfecting the corpse pose.
“Do I look okay?” Kaleigh asks as she comes out of the bathroom. It’s finally annulment day and Kaleigh has been a nervous wreck the whole time. She has changed her outfit four times already. Now she is wearing tight blue jeans with a loose peach sweater. “You look amazing, just like you did in the skirt, and the shorts, and the other jeans. Stop, it’s going to be okay.”
“What if she doesn’t sign it?” she asks quietly while she wrings her hands. “What if she decides she still wants to be married to you?”
I walk to her, grabbing her face in my hands. “Babycakes, it’s going to be okay. Now let’s go before you need to change again,” I say, grabbing her hand and leading her downstairs where the car is waiting to take us to my wife.
We pull up to her address and we both take in the apartment building. Walking up the six flights of stairs, I’m almost starting to sweat till we finally make it to the door. Kaleigh squeezes my hand, smiling up at me. I knock once on the door and a deep voice says, “One minute.”
I don’t know what I’m expecting or who that is, but the woman answering the door is almost like she’s from the Amazon. She must be easily over six foot four, her shoulders are almost wider than mine, and I’m pretty sure she can snap my neck like a twig between her legs. Her hair is wrapped in a bun on top of her head. “Yeah.” Her voice comes out harsh.
“Um, I’m here for Sabrina,” I finally mutter out while I try to stand in front of Kaleigh to have her blocked in case she snaps.