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)
“Is it okay to come in?”
“Yes,” they both answered at the same time, neither of them breaking eye contact from one another. “Come on in,” he finished the thought.
Moments later, they were both receiving the royal treatment. The smells of coconut and lime filled the room, and the bubbling of a large indoor stone fountain rolled with the enchanting instrumental new age music. Massage oils made their limbs glisten and deep tissue massaging relaxed every muscle in his body. Competent hands turned him into gelatin. It seemed his girlfriend was undergoing the same heavenly experience.
Forty-five minutes later, the masseuses had completed the job, thanked them, and dismissed themselves. So relaxed, he and Genesis were moving like snails getting dressed, both looking like shimmering beings of putty. Once they finished, Genesis approached him and wrapped her arms around him.
She pressed her lips against his in a searing and passionate kiss. His nature began to rise. He kissed her right back, falling into the moment. Then, he reluctantly broke her lovely hold on him, encouraging her to gather her jacket and purse. They retreated from the spa hand in hand, and he opened the passenger’s side of his car, allowing her inside.
Good Neighbours’, ‘Home’ played on the radio. She reached for his hand, and he obliged. The quiet was peace. The quiet was pain. He’d fallen in love—a beautifully unexpected thing. As he’d said those words, he realized they were the truest thing he’d said in a long time—worth more than gold. More than all of the money in the world. His heart was full of diamonds and cash stacked to the ceiling. She was green and sparkly, gold and shimmering. Genesis was the beginning to his never-ending story.
He couldn’t wait to stroke her pages.
Drifting off the highway, he made his way to a secluded area where he knew people would go fishing every now and again. Overgrown brush, pebbly back roads.
Genesis looked about, confusion on her face.
“Where are we?”
He ignored her and began disrobing, making his intentions clear. She looked around.
“We’re way off the main road, and my windows are tinted. Nobody can see in here unless I roll the window down,” he reassured as he reached down and pulled his rock-hard dick out of his boxer briefs, then slipped them off, tossing them onto the floorboard. Within a couple short minutes, he had the silky-smooth woman lowered on her seat, his tongue deep inside of her mouth, and their naked warm bodies sliding against one another. Emotional Oranges’, ‘West Coast Love’ ebbed from his pulsing speakers as he wrapped his hand firmly around her breasts, then fed from the soft, irresistible mounds. Her body glided and swayed against his as he released her taut nipple and sucked on her neck.
She moaned and stroked the back of his hair while he tasted her tender flesh.
“I could just eat you all up. Everything about you is so fuckin’ delicious.”
“Don’t forget the cherry on top.”
He drifted down her body, maneuvering expertly in the tight confines of the car. Once he reached his desired location, he quickly buried his face between her hot thighs and groaned as she gyrated her hips and sprang against his fervent tongue.
“I love how you eat my pussy, baby!” She screamed out his name, dispensing her gratefulness into his mouth. Clear juice gushed from her beautiful, wet pussy, squirting like a small spring of water. She shook and bucked so fast and hard, he had to pin her down with both hands as her aftershocks rendered her helpless. When she settled, he pressed his body against hers and looked into her eyes. Her body melted against his and he hoped that her world, just like her body, would soon be filled with him.
He slipped his hand between their needy bodies, gripped his dick and pushed deep inside of her. Nice and slow.
She sank her nails in his bare skin as he sank deeper inside of her. He sensed her squelching a scream of pleasure by biting on her lower lip. He rode her bottomlessly in measured thrusts, his eyes on her, falling under her spell.
“God, your pussy is so damn good, baby,” he whispered into her ear as he shuddered, the feeling so amazing, he fought the urge to explode. The wet, warm world he swam in took him under. She was used to him now, and he loved the way her pussy bent to his shape and width, as if she were made just for him. She was a warm, taut cocoon of lust and comfort. This woman’s pussy needs to be framed. A work of fuckin’ art. That grip! DAMN! She wrapped her legs tightly around him while they kissed each other as if their lives depended on it. Her walls caressed and squeezed him, almost bringing him to climax before he was ready to surrender. The pleasure was extreme, unadulterated, and explosive.