Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Cal squeezes my knee again and kisses the top of my head. “Right back atcha.”
Pretty soon, the city starts to look more and more like what I’ve seen on TV. Things get hillier, and the houses get a lot nicer. And then I see it. The big Beverly Hills sign.
“No way. You live in Beverly Hills?”
Cal chuckles. “I also have a house in Malibu,” he replies. “That’s by the beach. But I figured since we just got off the plane, we’d stop here since it’s closer.”
“Musically talented and smart,” I tease. “What a catch you are.”
“You should see me scale a halibut,” he jokes back.
A few minutes later, we’re pulling up to the nicest house I’ve ever seen. It looks like a gorgeous Connecticut home you might find on the water, but modernized slightly and then planted here in Beverly Hills.
A gate slides open for us, and the driver pulls right up to the front door and parks. I do my best not to gawk. After all, I am the new manager now.
“Not bad, not bad,” I say, obviously joking. Cal smiles over at me and gives me a poke in the ribs that causes me to flinch and giggle.
“Yeah, not bad.” He smirks.
We hop out, and Cal uses his key to open the door. The inside is just as nice as the outside, and I feel like I’m in a trance as I take my first few steps in. Yeah, I can already tell it’s going to take a little while for me to get used to my new reality.
“I feel like Cinderella,” I say. “This is all so incredible.”
I realize I’ve been gawking, staring at the walls and the ceiling, the amazing staircase and artwork, and when I turn around, I see Cal just leaning casually against the wall, his eyes locked on me and a sexy, boyish grin on his face.
How can one man be so many things at once? A world-famous rockstar and also a caring, sensitive man with a soft side? A multi-millionaire who can project an arrogant, playboy image to the world, but in reality be this roguish and playful man clearly looking for only one woman?
And that one woman is me.
“You know what I think?” I ask, swaying my hips as I walk over to where he’s standing. I press a hand against his thigh and run it up his leg until I feel the thick, warm, bulge of his manhood.
“What’s that?” he asks, drawing a breath as he eyes me with a new type of curiosity.
“I think…” I say as I slowly unbutton his jeans, “that you look like you could use a little relaxation.”
“Is that right?” Cal replies, threading his fingers through my hair as I drop to my knees.
I nod as I reach into his pants and pull out his cock, which has already grown to almost its full size. “It is,” I reply. Of course, Cal looks completely relaxed, and we both know that. But who cares, right?
I open up wide and take him into my mouth. He lets out a groan that I absolutely love, and I make sure to keep my eyes on his as I do something I’ve never done before.
Teach me, I plead to him with my gaze. Show me how to pleasure you.
He’s a smart man, and he quickly gets the message. “Like this,” he tells me, showing me how to position my right hand. “Up and down and twist.”
I do as I’m told, and almost instantly, Cal lets out a second, even deeper groan. He likes it, and that makes me proud. But then a thought occurs to me.
I’m his manager now. Doesn’t that make this like…professionally questionable or something? Probably. But then why does that just turn me on even more as I feel his thick cock pressing against the insides of my cheeks?
“Oh, baby,” he growls, caressing my throat with his callused hand and grasping my hair with the other. “You learn quickly, don’t you? Fuck, that feels good. You’re already gonna make me come. You wanna swallow it, baby? You wanna taste me?”
“Mmm-hmm.” I manage to moan on his cock, which actually seems to heighten the experience for him.
His grip in my hair tightens. I feel his cock pulse and flex in my mouth, and then I taste it. The sweet and salty explosion of his load spraying all over my tongue, coating the inside of my mouth and spraying down the back of my throat.
“Ah, fuck!” he cries out. “Yes!”
I’m just swallowing the last of it when he quickly pulls out and takes a deep breath. “You like it, baby?” I ask, putting on my best submissive voice. “Did I do a good job?”
“Are you kidding?” He sighs deeply. “That was…”
He doesn’t even finish. He reaches down and snatches me up with one arm and hurls me over his shoulder like a Viking. I squeal and grab on to his waist as he marches forward and begins carrying me up the stairs.