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)
“Penthouse?” I ask, breaking the silence.
“Oh yeah, sweetness. Nothing but the best.”
The ride up is fast. The doors open into his kitchen and dining room. I expected a sterile man cave type of environment, but it’s not like that at all. It’s warm and inviting. He slips his shoes and socks off before he takes another step, so I slip my ballet flats off as well, leaving them next to his shoes. I drop my purse right beside them.
Before I can say anything, he’s got me to the wall near the elevator. My hands clench into tight fists at my thighs as he lips touch mine. For a second, they just linger there, tasting me. Learning me, but then he deepens the kiss and I open my mouth a little more. Our tongues duel in a dance. It’s unlike any kiss I’ve ever had. It’s hot, sensual, and I never want it to end. He’s got one hand resting on my hip while the other hand reaches down and pulls the hem of my knee-length black skirt up. His fingers caress the outside of my thigh as he does, sending jolts of electricity through my veins, pumped right into my clit. This moment surpasses all others… nothing has ever felt this good. I almost feel virginal, but that hasn’t been the case since I was a freshman in high school. The first in a long line of mistakes, but good God, those experiences don’t measure up to this kiss. The kiss that’s going to kill me. Then he moves my panties to the side and runs his fingers through my sopping wet folds. I moan right into his ear.
“Fuck, baby. That sound is delicious,” he growls. He yanks his hand away from my pussy and pulls my shirt over my head. He cups my boobs through the lace of my purple bra. Pulling the cups down, he grins when my nipples pop out. Lowering his head, he sucks one into his mouth. Biting and tugging on it before moving over to the other one.
“Oooooh,” I cry out, so ready for him. I reach for him, sliding his suit jacket down his arms. He lets it fall to the floor. The Windsor knot on his tie is easily undone, so I pull that away too. I make quick work of his buttons and his dress shirt soon joins the pile on the floor. Reaching for his belt as he opens the zipper at my hip. My skirt falls to the floor and I step out of it. I didn’t realize I got the belt open as well as his slacks until I hear the buckle hit the floor with a loud, metallic clang. A shiver of anticipation rolls through my body.
“Cold?” he asks, running his hands up and down my arms where goosebumps have already started forming.
“No.” He grins at me before picking me up and tossing me over his shoulder. His big hand caresses the curve of bare ass. My thong is aggressively rubbing my clit where is shoulder is hitting it just right with every step he takes.
“Hurry, please,” I beg. It doesn’t take but a few more second and he’s tossing me down on a big bed. He takes his boxers off and I do a double take. Holy shit. He’s huge. I lick my lips as my mouth waters.
“If you keep looking at me like that, baby, this will be over before it starts,” he growls, and my eyes snap up from his dick to his face. Smirking, I reach up and wrap my hand around him. He sucks in a breath as I slowly stroke him.
“You touched me, it’s only fair I get to do the same,” I say, enjoying the hard length of him in my hand. He uses his hand to stop my movement. He gently pushes me down on the bed and savagely rips my panties away from my body. He spreads my thighs wide open, lowers his head, and licks my slit like a madman. “Don’t stop,” I say, drunk on this feeling. This euphoria.
I come hard, two, maybe three times before he stops. He moves to line himself up with my opening. He stops and looks down at me.
“There’s no going back once I fuck you, baby. Got it.”
“Mmm hmm,” I mutter, just wanting him to take me. Then he does and I scream in delight. God, it feels so good. So… right.
Over and over, all afternoon and into the night, we laugh, fuck, talk, eat pizza, and fuck more and more and more until eventually we’re exhausted. I lie in his for a long time while he sleeps, not wanting this end but knowing that it must. Ross. Sometime after one particularly vigorous bout of fucking or maybe it was during, there were so many, I may have lost track of them all, I asked him if he had a nickname. I giggled as I told him Ayerton was a bit of a mouthful to say while coming. He told me his middle name and I went with it.