Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73556 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73556 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
“Thank you.” She bit into her nail as her belly filled with flirty butterflies. “So do you, and I’ve naturally seen a lot of smiles. Now, what do you want to toast to?”
“I’ll save it for another time. Come on. Let me give you what you came here for…”
He undid the top button of his pants, gave a come hither gesture, then headed towards a long hallway that led undoubtedly to a den of iniquity. Guest for one. She started to walk, then paused when she realized he’d already removed his shoes. Leaning against the wall, she quickly slipped out of her heels, held them by their straps, and padded behind him to the tune of Kiana Ledé and Ari Lennox’s ‘Chocolate.’
He stopped at a door. His muscular back flexed as he removed his pants, folded them over his arm, then opened the door that led to one of the most beautiful bedrooms she’d ever seen.
Three circular steps took up the majority of the room, and on top of them was his bed, covered in black sheets, white comforter and runner, white and black throw pillows, taking center stage. This man definitely has a maid, interior designer and decorator because ain’t no way… Plus, he wouldn’t have time to maintain this with his schedule. The semi-circle-shaped headboard was black with a white light behind it. On each side of it were nightstands, and beside those, were tall, narrow bookcases filled with books about economics, stocks, and what not based on some of the titles she could make out.
The staircase glowed with orange, then soft red lights. He tapped the wall, and a flatscreen fireplace emerged from the floor, lighting up.
“Alexa, play my chill 7 playlist.”
‘Loco, Hwasa (MAMAMOO) – Don’t (Above Live) (ENG / CHN)’ began to play through speakers she could not see. His bedroom window curtains and electric blinds were pulled open, exposing the twilight and sparkle of the city below.
She felt his gaze on her—she stood on one side of the bed, he on the other. He finished undressing, leaving on only his dark gray boxer briefs, and she struggled to keep up with the pace of things. He moved like a man about business. Not a man thirsty, or in a hurry to get laid—just laser focused. She suppressed a giggle as she watched the man neatly fold his clothing and then place it in what appeared to be a hidden wall hamper. So neat and orderly. Love it.
“You forgot the wine.” She smiled as she released her bra onto the bed, letting her girls hang out. His gaze immediately dropped to her erect, chocolatey nipples, and he rubbed his hands together.
“You forgot the wine. I didn’t need any wine. I have all the libations I need right here.” He pointed at her, then removed his underwear, his eyes never leaving hers. He rounded the bed and stood right in front of her. Toe to toe. He seemed so much taller than before. Pressing his hard, muscular form into hers, he bent down to give her a searing, heart-stopping kiss. She rose on her tippy toes to meet his affections. Deft fingers traced down her scalp, massaging and gripping her hair, administering a gentle tug as he directed her face where he wanted her tongue to follow. With his free hand, he circled her waist, then felt up her back, cradling her close. The taste of wine from his mouth overwhelmed her senses—they tasted from the same cup, becoming one. He smelled like heaven and held her strong as hell.
His touch coasted from her head and lowered to the back of her neck. His kissing was slow and leisurely. Deep. Transfixing. He broke their kiss, but his hold on her deepened. He withdrew his hand from the top of her back and placed it over her left breast. His hand felt big and warm as he gave her titty a firm squeeze. His thumb padding across her nipple, he looked as if he were salivating, chomping at the bit. A ragged exhale crawled from her throat as his soft hair brushed against her skin. She looked up at the high ceiling, the stair lights reflecting illumination and luster, and now switching hues in sync with the music. Wet heat surrounded her nipple.
“Your body is so, so, so beautiful, baby. Damn… Your skin is incredibly soft, and tastes delicious,” he said, deep voice slurred, between tastes of her flesh. “Your titties are so soft, too.”
“Ahhh… that feels good.” She gasped, gripping his arm.
He sucked her breasts as if she were the only person in the world he’d ever had and ever wanted, all to the smooth tune of ‘Witchy,’ by Kaytranda and Childish Gambino. Lifting his head, a seductive look in his eyes, he flaunted a sly grin. He wrapped his arms around her waist and began to walk backwards, taking her with him until they fell onto the bed. The black sheets puffed up from the impact of their bodies slamming into the mattress. She laughed as she lay on top of him. His perfect hair was now slightly disheveled, but he didn’t seem to care. He wrapped his long, hairy legs around her and squeezed her to him, as if he were an octopus in need of love. Everything about him made her melt. She could feel the soft hairs along his chest flattening against her body. Prickling her.