Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 15945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Too bad I’ll never see him again.
CHAPTER 4
AYERTON
The conversation on the drive to her place is invigorating, but not informative enough about the things I need to know about her. It could also be that her voice sounds like honey and I'm so busy drowning in the sexy crooning that I didn’t pay attention. I know I engaged in conversation with her, but my mind was on how sexy she would sound crying out my name as I spilled my seed in her cunt.
Before I knew it we were pulling up to her apartment and she was getting out of the car. “Well, thank you for letting me get dropped off first. I really enjoyed our conversation,” she says licking her lips, tormenting me.
“It was my pleasure sweetness. I enjoyed learning about you as well. Don’t forget to lock up.” She nods her head and gets out. I watch to make sure she makes it in alright. She looks back once more before entering the building. The cab barely pulls back out into traffic when I pull my phone from my pocket.
“This better be good.” My P.I. Onyx says, answering the phone.
“I need information on a young lady, and I need it now.” I hear something muffled and then “I will be right back, my pet,” in his thick Russian accent.
“Is this girl meant to be something to you?”
“I don’t care for being questioned, but in an effort to save time, yes. She is. As soon as I know what I am up against. Can you do this or not?”
“Da. I can. You have information for me?” I tell him her name and address knowing he has done more with less. “You will have it by morning. I must see to my pet. She is breeding.” The line goes dead, and I simply look at it for a moment, stunned he hung on me, but also wondering who the hell his pet is. Is it a person?
Finally home, I walk into my place, drop my clothes as I make my way to my bedroom, not worried about seeing a mess because my maid will pick it all up before I see it. Actually, I will send her a message to have it burned.
Walking straight into the shower, I turn it arctic cold and lean against the tile with my forearm. My other hand grips my cock and I groan as once again I think of her lips, holding my cock between them. “Shit.” I grip it so tight my eyes blank out. I stroke it slowly, not yet ready for it to be over. The fantasy of her on her knees in this shower, those big brown eyes looking up at me, her neck bulging as she struggles to swallow this anaconda. “Fucking angel,” I growl in the shower. Precum squirts through the streams, mixing with the cleanliness of water. Too bad I want to do dirty things to her.
I picture her gorgeous ringlet hair, wet and draping over her breasts, circling her areola like a bullseye. Jesus. Will her nipples be the same color as her perfect skin? Will they turn colors when my baby is in her womb, swelling her entire body, ripening her, preparing her to bring a life we created in the world? “Oh fuck.” I cry out as I spill prematurely thinking about her thickening body that will house our children.
I grunt over and over as jet upon jet of my seed sprays the wall. Holy fuck. I am drained both literally and figuratively. I wash up and get out. Once I am dry, I throw my towel into the hamper and lie in the bed. My body lets me know when my routine has been thrown off. By now, at ten, I would already be in bed ready for an early morning. My last thought is how long it will take me to get her under me.
I have been awake for three hours already. I have been to the gym and for a run. More than ever, I need to burn off this energy.
As expected I woke up to an email from Onyx. According to his report, her parents are alive and well. She is an only child. She graduated college. Has six best friends that live all over the U.S. It's the last piece of information that gets my mind whirring. Seems my smart girl works as a French interpreter for the French delegation at the U.N. “Interesting.” My little sister also works as an intern at the U.N. Building.
Satisfied with what was uncovered, I decided to forgo work right now. I have more important things to see to. “Good morning sir.” Henry says, as he opens the door for me. “I took the liberty of getting you a collagen and wellness shot.” He hands me this tiny red bottle. “I figured with you taking the cab, something to boost your immune system can’t hurt.”