Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
I glance down at my whiskey, and rather than challenge him, I merely take a sip. There are some fights worth taking on. Ivan wants something, that I know.
“Is it how you imagined it?”
No, it wasn’t. Nothing ever was. Glaring at Ivan, I finish my whiskey in one drink. I didn’t want to share my victory with anyone. I didn’t want the company. Ivan was ruining this for me.
“Why don’t you tell me why you came here?” I asked.
Ivan tutted. “So impatient.”
I wait. There’s no point in rushing Ivan. He will do whatever the hell he wants to do, at his own pace. So, I wait.
“I have a business proposition for you.”
I continue to stare at him.
“If this is about your vacant territory, I thought you went to The Beast?” I asked.
I was not going to be angry that he went there first. The Beast and I didn’t exactly get along.
“I’m approaching both of you, but I can see you’re going to need some … persuasion. That’s more than fine with me. Aren’t you curious, though?” Ivan asked.
“About what?”
“Who would win?”
Chapter Sixteen
Ive
Charlotte’s moans fill the room, echoing around as I continue to pump my cock deep inside her cunt. I should be wearing a condom, but I just didn’t want anything between her pussy and my dick.
Pulling all the way out of her, until only the tip remained, I start to thrust, little by little, giving her a tease and a taste of what’s to come. Then I begin to thrust harder within her, until the sound of our slapping flesh fills the room, as well as her moans.
I love that she doesn’t hold anything back. There is no challenge with Charlotte. She succumbs to the pleasure. She wants me, only me.
I can’t get enough of her. Even when she was sore, I tried to do the right thing, but she was too much of a temptation to ignore.
Like now, we’re in the dining room, supposed to be enjoying breakfast and instead, I have her dress pulled down, exposing her tits, and it shoved up, so I can watch the lips of her pussy as they spread open while sliding down my length. Licking my fingers, I press them toward her core, stroking her clit back and forth. My name spills from her lips, and it’s the sound of sweet music to my ears.
“That’s right, baby. Come for me. Come all over my dick.”
She does exactly as I said, and comes, hard. Her cunt became a vise wrapped around my dick. I have to grit my teeth to control my own release. I’m so freaking close. There’s no controlling it and as I come, I do so hard, filling her up. As I do this, I can’t help but wonder if this will be the time that I get her pregnant. That I knock her up. She would look so freaking beautiful full and ripe with my child.
What the fuck was I thinking?
I didn’t know the first thing about kids, or being a father. It would be a fucking nightmare to do that.
Charlotte collapsed her head against my neck, and I run my hands over her back, calming her. I loved these movements, and I have a feeling she did as well.
Our breakfasts are still on the table, but I’m not in any rush to get rid of this closeness, which makes no sense to me.
I’ve never been the kind of guy who needed a cuddle. I never wanted women to get too close, or to think they stood a chance with me. They didn’t. It was plain and simple.
“I think we should eat breakfast,” Charlotte said, a slight pant to her breath.
Our stomachs chose that moment to grumble.
We had skipped dinner last night as we had enjoyed several hours of making love and fucking.
Teaching Charlotte was fast becoming one of my favorite activities. I just couldn’t help it. I wanted to explore everything with her.
Running my hands down her back, I take the straps of her dress, and it was a miracle I hadn’t snapped them. When she entered the dining room dressed in the pretty blue sundress, I’d been unable to contain myself. All I had wanted was to fuck her.
I’d crooked my finger to her, and she’d stepped right up to me. From there, I’d tugged the panties she’d been wearing down her legs and let them drop to the floor. My cock had already been hard, but I’d managed to ease it out of the tight confines of my pants. And well, the rest is history.
I love every single part of Charlotte. Her tits, her hips, even her fucking waist, which is insane, but I love holding her. Wrapping my arms around her, pulling her against me. Her ass as well. Yep, I loved her ass, the fullness of her. I like to squeeze it, stroke it, and I have even bitten it a few times, which always made her yelp. Loved that sound.