Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Seeing him sets me at ease in a way. Relieved because I don’t feel like such a fish out of water, but it ignites my need for him I can’t control a second longer. I feel stupid… stupid horny. The gleam in his eyes as his cheeks flex when he studies me only makes the whole sensation more intense.
Mark’s no dummy. He wants to claim me as much as I need him inside me right now. In a matter of minutes, he left his card with instructions for delivering everything in my size. Using me as a human shield to cover his engorged need, he hails a cab, and we’re on our way to this “little place” he knows.
It makes me wonder how much of today and maybe the rest of my days are improvised and how much Mark’s already planned out in advance. Either way, once we’re alone in the cab, his hands and mouth tell me everything in a silence only broken by my needful little mews and the sound of our bodies swishing and pulsing together before the car jerks to a halt.
Mark tosses a handful of bills at the driver and practically drags me to the entrance of a hotel—the kind I know he would have had me stay at, even if I was just his friend’s daughter.
The concierge snaps to attention, and even in my heightened state of arousal, I can see they’ve been expecting him. No check-in, no talking about the weather. Mark has the keycard in moments, and I notice the concierge plays it safe by staring at an imaginary dot on the high-domed ceiling of the foyer rather than keeping eye contact or worse. If any man so much as breathed in my direction now, I’d hate to think about what Mark would do.
I don’t mind his firm grip on my wrist. I almost feel like a naughty girl about to be taken upstairs and punished. I know the “punishment” Mark has in mind is to be shared equally between us, and only for leaving this moment for so long before finally acting on it.
It could be that three-star motel I was originally checked into, or it could be on Mars. It wouldn’t matter. I’m the only luggage Mark has now, and he’s eager to get up to our suite so he can unpack what’s his.
We’ll still have a whole day together before my dad gets here.
Even that thought doesn’t dampen my mood. Although the trip up in the elevator and the swift march down a red-carpeted, luxurious hallway is blurred by my hormones, I can see that everything Mark thought of today is worth a mint. He’s spared no expense, so I only hope I can match his expectations and be able to please him back.
Not something a virgin girl can feel confident about. The look in his eyes and the swelling in his pants are like starter pistols firing as soon as he leans his weight against the door, snapping the lock shut and making me gulp hard.
This is it… This is what a dream that comes true actually feels like.
“Melissa…” he rasps quietly, and in a second, I’m in his arms. Our mouths lock with renewed passion now that we’re truly alone. My hands rake down his rock-hard chest and abs through his shirt, yanking at his belt and buckle with a clumsiness that disappears once his full, thick cock bobs free.
Drawing an instant moan of disbelief from me and then from Mark, my hands are on his smooth, hot tip. My palm is instantly wet with the warmth of his precome I rub into the spongy-soft, swollen, purple head of my newest favorite thing in the world—his manhood. My teacher and lover. My trusted hero and my deepest, darkest fantasy come to life.
Mark’s gripping me harder as he growls a curse at himself. “Fuck, I’m gonna come right on your new dress,” he says, grinding out the words, his thick, stiff cock twitching and flexing already, making my hands look tiny. I can feel my eyes bigger and wider than they’ve ever been.
“It’s just… it’s—” I stammer, trying to say something.
“Beautiful…” he croons, finishing my sentence but talking about me before he plants another deep, wet kiss that feels as hard and insistent as his cock. The cock I need to be inside me, filling me with more of that delicious stuff that’s oozing out of him. I want it all inside me, running down my legs. I wanna bathe in the stuff from now on.
I don’t just love Mark. I know I want to spend every waking moment and every second I’m asleep with him. It’s something I felt firsthand in the boutique, but it’s an instant obsession now. I’m reminded just how amazing his body and his special gift he has for me really are.