Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 25098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Prim nods, impressed.
“Wow, that sounds really inspiring. Imagine that! Giving money away for a living.”
I nod.
“It’s harder than it seems because obviously, I want to donate to the right causes. So there’s a lot of diligence and a lot of fact-finding, but once we make a decision, we go with it. We don’t ask for a lot of reporting afterwards because it just wastes time, and because I trust the organizations I invest in.”
Prim nods.
“Very impressive,” she muses once again, tilting her head at me. “Smart, intelligent, and generous too. I didn’t expect that from a CEO,” she says in a soft tone. My breath catches because the woman before me is utterly gorgeous, and I want to ravish her. But it’s too early. She’s being paid, of course, but I don’t want to jump the gun if I don’t have to because we have all night. As a result, we make small talk, merely enjoying the ambience while sipping on cocktails. Our conversation is playful and yet intimate too, and by the end of the night, I realize I’ve thoroughly enjoyed myself. I take in Prim’s flushed cheeks, softly shining eyes, and curvaceous form.
“Sweetheart, it’s been amazing talking to you, but I think it’s time to move on to the second part of the date,” I growl. “Would you like to go upstairs? I’ve rented a suite.”
Prim bites her lip for a moment, but then smiles sweetly.
“Yes, I think I’d like that, Mr. Childers. I’m ready whenever you are.”
With that, I stand, towering over her small form before reaching a hand out. She rises gracefully, teetering a bit in her high heels, but then looks up at me with a sweet smile and my heart melts. Oh shit, Primrose is so young. But she’s so ripe too, and I’m a man ready to claim.
5
Barry
I wave Prim into the suite and she shoots me a dazzling smile before stepping inside. Her eyes run over the floor to ceiling windows, the luxurious white furniture, and the priceless artwork hanging on the walls.
“It’s beautiful in here,” she breathes.
I take off my jacket.
“You’re the one who’s beautiful, sweetheart.”
She turns and my gaze is hot as it trails over her curves. Shit, she looks even better standing. She’s got big breasts that resemble creamy scoops of vanilla ice cream as well as a waist that pinches in. High heels emphasize her long legs, and the hem of her skirt is mid-thigh. Decent, but it gets my blood boiling regardless.
“Thank you,” she giggles while setting her purse down. I want to rip off her dress, but subdue my animal instincts by stalking to the bar.
“A drink?” I ask in a slightly curt tone.
“Sure. Half a glass of red wine would be great, thank you,” she murmurs while sinking gracefully to the couch.
I pour my scotch and open a mini bottle of red wine for Prim. After filling our glasses, I incline my head toward the bedroom and Prim follows me inside.
“I’ll be in the bathroom for a minute. Get undressed out here, but leave your heels on, honey. I want to fuck you in those stilettos.”
She nods, giggling as I let myself into the en suite. But instead of closing the door, I leave it open a crack and stare at the curvy girl while nursing my cocktail.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous. The young girl unzips her dress and shimmies out of it with a wiggle of her hips. With her back to me, I see her beautiful ass and it’s round, full, and heart-shaped. The kind I could bury my head in and never leave. Meanwhile, her lingerie is black and tiny, and the g-string disappears between those white orbs, barely covering her asshole. Fuck. I groan because my cock likes what it sees.
But I want her nude, and the curvy girl knows it. Slowly, she turns and unbuckles her bra, letting the lace drop to the floor and the air catches in my throat. Fuck, those big breasts are enormous and creamy, the tips already pink and pebbled. Then, she slips out of her g-string and bends over as she does so, flashing that pink pussy at me, already gleaming and wet. Goddamn, I need in.
I’m just about to burst into the room when Prim rummage in her purse and picks up her phone. She fiddles with the instrument for a moment, frowning at something. What the hell? But maybe she’s just turning the volume off so that we won’t be disturbed. Good, because it means that the woman has her priorities straight. I watch her put the phone on the dresser, and then she spins away before sinking gracefully onto the bed. Excellent. Prim and I won’t have to have a phone discussion because she’s a true professional. She’s ready for me now.
I come out of the bathroom as Prim turns and smiles. Her hair is arranged over one shoulder and she looks gorgeous and lush, nude on the bed. I come to a halt before her, the color high on my cheeks.