Total pages in book: 8
Estimated words: 7627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 38(@200wpm)___ 31(@250wpm)___ 25(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 7627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 38(@200wpm)___ 31(@250wpm)___ 25(@300wpm)
“Your muscles are so tight,” I murmur, working on a tough knot in the center of his back.
“I’ve been under a lot of stress lately.”
“Oh. Your girlfriend doesn’t offer you stress relief?” I ask and then immediately regret it. So unprofessional on so many levels. He chuckles, his body vibrating under my hands.
“I don’t have a girlfriend, Carnie. First of all, I’m not a teenager, and secondly, no woman has ever captured my attention.”
“Never?”
“Nope. I’ve been too focused on my career, which doesn’t really allow me the chance to meet any quality women.”
“I see.”
“What about you? Does your boyfriend help you out?” Now, it’s my turn to laugh.
“I don’t have a boyfriend.” Never have had one, but that doesn’t matter right now. Touching him feels right. His perfectly tanned, chiseled body under my hands feels right. In order to get my license, I had hundreds of hours of practice, but no one’s body has ever felt this good.
“What about the man you danced with at your brother’s wedding?” he asks. Is his voice hopeful? I wish I had more experience with men, so I’d know these things.
“Man?” I ask, thinking back that far. “ Oh, that was Gordon, my cousin. His husband was overseas for work and couldn’t come to the wedding.”
“Cousin? I thought you were trying to make me jealous.”
“No, not at all.”
“It worked,” he says softly.
“Why?” I whisper, still rubbing his back.
“You know why Carnie. You had to have felt the pull between us. Even when your words were harsh, your eyes were soft, your face flushed.” He turns over and stares up at me. “Just like you’re flushed now. Your tight pants leave nothing to the imagination. I can see that your pussy is wet. Tell me it’s not wet for me.”
“I, uh,” I begin, but I am flustered. No one has ever spoken to me like this before. He sits up and grabs my wrists, pulling me closer to him.
“Tell me, Carnie,” he demands. Instead of telling him what he already knows, I wrap my arms around his neck and let him kiss me. His tongue dances with mine, and his hands land on my bare back, just above my waist. I don’t stop him when he peels my pants down my legs, to my knees. “Let me see your pussy,” he growls. Quickly, he stands and lifts me onto the table. Suddenly, my pants are gone, and my legs are spread wide. “So pink and pretty.” He reaches out to touch me, his fingers hovering in midair over my clit. He looks up at me, a devilish smile on his gorgeous face.
“I’m not going to stop you, Javier,” I whisper, saying his name for the first time.
“Say my name again, Carnie.” His voice washes over me, goosebumps spring up on my skin, and I am powerless against him.
“Touch me, Javier. Be the first man ever to touch me.” She bites her bottom lip and looks at me with hope.
“I’m the first man to touch you?” he questions.
“Yes,” I nod vigorously.
“I’ll be the only man to touch you. You’re mine now, Carnie. Mine. You belong to me. Tell me you understand.”
“I understand, Javier,” I reply, nodding again.
Who knew being unprofessional would lead to this?
three
Javier
My fingers shake slightly as I hold them over her pussy. I can feel the heat coming off of her. I want her more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life. Swallowing thickly, I run my fingers through her wet heat. I pull my fingers from her and put them in my mouth. She tastes like sin. Dropping to my knees, I bury my face in her pussy. I drag my tongue from her clit to her ass. She gasps and throws her head back. The New Age music heightens the experience somehow.
“More. Please, touch me more,” she begs. I slide two fingers into her and pump them in and out. My cock is barely contained by my suddenly too tight sweatpants.
“I thought you didn’t fuck baseball players,” I murmur.
“Don’t throw my hastily said words at me,” she giggles.
“Hastily?” I question, going back to alternating my tongue and my fingers.
“I was flustered. You flustered me,” she moans as I continue to pump my fingers in and out of her. I pull my fingers out of her cunt and move up her body with my lips. Her bra zips in the front. Slowly, I unzip it and peel it from her chest. Her tits bounce free, and my mouth waters.
I lower my head and pull her nipple into my mouth. Gently, I suck and bite it before moving on to the other one.
“Fuck,” I groan as the taste of her skin intoxicates me. She tastes like vanilla and cinnamon.
“Javier, please. More. I need more.”
Freeing my cock, she gasps and reaches for me. “If you do that, this will be over before it even starts,” I groan, grabbing her wrist before she has a chance to touch me.