Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 11119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 56(@200wpm)___ 44(@250wpm)___ 37(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 56(@200wpm)___ 44(@250wpm)___ 37(@300wpm)
“You have no idea how badly I want you right now.” He guided his erection at her molten center, working all those thick inches inside her willing body. She closed her eyes, allowing the cascading relief to trickle through her system. This was exactly what she needed.
Karlee exhaled once he was fully seated. He was big, stretching her walls in a luscious new way. She reached up and grabbed him by the shoulders for support. The man was hard, no extra fat on his body. Even with the thin material of his shirt covering him, she could tell he would be ripped.
When he began to thrust, the resulting friction made her cry out. Every stroke brought her body to life, the multitude of sensations settling deep in her cunt. Her clit was swollen and throbbing, warning of an impending orgasm. She’d never expected to achieve one at the hands of a man rather than a battery-operated toy. But Robert already had her soaring the clouds and she wasn’t coming down anytime soon.
Her humanity and sense of decency slipped away as her dormant feral side emerged. She wanted sex—dirty, and a lot of it.
“You’re ridiculously tight, Karlee.” His words were slurred with his focus on fucking her. He had her by the hips as he pumped in and out of her pussy with undying stamina. The wooden table knocked the wall with each thrust, the sound of rough sex echoing throughout the house.
“Sorry...”
“I fucking love it. You’re perfect.”
She couldn’t help but smile to herself. She wanted Robert to like her. Who was she kidding? Karlee wanted a man like Robert Black to love her. All her adult years had been spent hiding from relationships or anything involving real emotion. Now that she’d been given a sample, she realized just how unfulfilling her life was, and not because she was struggling financially. What she needed was love and companionship, a shoulder to cry on, and a man who could make everything better.
But she wasn’t a fool either. At his age, Robert Black would have already settled down with a woman by now if that’s what he wanted out of life. Tonight was about sex. One night. Billionaires didn’t choose people like Karlee Jones, so she needed to enjoy every minute of this rare experience. It would be something to remember during those long, lonely nights above her flower shop.
When she reached the height of arousal, everything around her seemed to disappear as she focused on the blossoming orgasm. It was a beautiful thing, a place where she’d love to linger. But just before she could reach that perfect peak, Robert abruptly pulled away.
“I think we should take this to the bedroom.”
She could scarcely catch her breath, her body coiled like a spring. “What? But...”
Robert had brought her to a blinding peak so effortlessly. She wondered what he was capable of, given an entire night. He scooped her up as if she weighed a few pounds and carried her to the room right across the hallway. He kicked the door shut once they entered. The bedroom was decorated in an array of reds with gold accents. Fabric swaths wound around the four wooden bedposts, and the bedding looked too tempting not to drown in. Even the smallest details were memorable. The amount of money he had to burn was mind-boggling.
“Don’t worry, beauty. Like I told my sister, I’ll take good care of you. I’ll have you coming hard and fast. It’ll be worth the wait.”
She reached down to touch herself, her pussy throbbing with need. But Robert wouldn’t have it. He set her down on the cloud-like duvet, the soft material enveloping her body. Then he proceeded to pull his leather belt from the loops in his pants, using it to create makeshift handcuffs. She watched in fascination. Within minutes he’d expertly secured her wrists to one post, her nude body sprawled out diagonally across the massive bed.
Karlee tugged at her binds, feeling increasingly apprehensive when she realized he wasn’t playing and she was tied tightly. This was a new level of kink. In fact, it was the only naughty thing she’d ever done outside of her imagination. Did she trust Robert enough to continue? She was about to find out.
“You look good on my bed,” he said, standing near her side. Robert began to unbutton his shirt. It was like watching a gift being unwrapped, the anticipation killing her. When he finally peeled the layer off those linebacker shoulders, she held her breath. The man was built for her pleasure—hard and cut. He had the outline of a six-pack peeking through his trim abs and an erotic trail of hair leading to the huge bulge in his pants. Her pussy wept because she knew precisely how his cock felt driving in and out of her. He’d left her hanging on a beautiful precipice, not allowing her to take that final leap. Karlee needed to come in the worst way.