Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
“Well, someone did,” she says, a temerity in her voice.
“That’s because he was not a man,” I tell her. “And he did not know what he had with you.”
She opens her mouth to reply, but before she can, I lean in and kiss her.
4
Malcom
My parents fell in love when they were sophomores in high school. At least that’s what they told me. It was at the basketball finals game that my dad was playing in, and my mom was just so mesmerized by his talent (and the fact that he hit the winning shot) that she fell in love with him right there.
She approached him after the game, and according to my dad, he picked her out of all the girls who were throwing themselves at him because he just knew she was the one.
He just knew…
Until he didn’t.
* * *
Erika’s lips still have a taste of rum to them, and even a hint on her smooth, soft tongue as I press mine against hers. It’s a bold move I’m making, and I know there’s a chance she could pull away (especially after calling me the scum of the earth), but she doesn’t. In fact, she kisses me back and presses into me as I place the palm of my hand against the small of her back.
She fits against me like a puzzle piece. I’m already imagining myself on top of her, her bent over and me taking her from behind, her straddling my face and me tongue-deep inside of her. Christ, I can’t remember the last time I was this hot for a woman—especially one I’d just met.
Like a soda can snapping open, I break our kiss and snatch her around the waist and toss her over my shoulder. She cries out, half-shocked, half-delighted, as I carry her to the front door.
“Oh my gosh, Malcom!”
“Mal,” I grunt as I use my keycard to open the door. “Call me Mal.”
I’m in full-blown caveman mode as I enter my house. My house is now my cave. My business casual wardrobe is now just something stupid we civilized men wear as part of the modern male bullshit-rituals we’re forced to go through in order to make money.
All I want to do now is strip myself free of all that and bang this gorgeous female senseless like I’m meant to do. Like nature wants me to do.
My jaw is clenched as I carry her to the couch and toss her down beneath me. Her tits bounce beautifully, and I quickly toss my blazer aside like I couldn’t care less about it (because I couldn’t).
This seems to turn Erika on, and her eyes get even wider than they were a moment ago. I don’t even bother unbuttoning my shirt. I just grab it by the shoulders and shrug out of it like it’s scratching the hell out of me, tossing it in the same direction as my blazer.
“Holy shit,” Erika says simply. “Work out much?”
I shrug like my ego didn’t just inflate like a balloon with her mouth around the lip. “Once or twice when I was young.”
“Oh, you’re such a bullshitter.”
My cock is throbbing beneath my pants, but I’m not about to strip naked without getting her at least somewhat undressed with me.
I lean down and lift the hem of her shirt, exposing her flat, thin waist. She lifts her hips as I gently run my fingers across the warm, smooth, soft skin. I raise the shirt higher and higher until her bra is visible. I smile.
“This is one of those that clasps in the front.”
Erika just nods as I use the thumb and forefingers to undo it. The cups fall away, exposing the most gorgeous natural tits I’ve ever seen in my life (and probably ever will see).
“Well, you move fast, don’t you?” Erika asks, looking up at me. It’s not so much a question as an accusation, but I see right through it.
“Feel free to stop me at any time,” I reply, leaning right in with another kiss. But this time I don’t kiss her where she’s expecting; I kiss the innocent skin of her neck, causing a soft, whisper-like gasp to fall from her lips.
She’s quivering. She may be a real spitfire when she’s going back and forth with me, but when it comes to this—to submitting to my touch—she doesn’t seem to be quite as confident.
That’s fine. I’ll take control and make her nice and comfortable.
I kiss down her neck, cradling her body in my hands, taking her sweet scent into my lungs. It’s her soap. Definitely her soap that smells so nice on her.
I continue kissing down her chest, then cradle her beautiful breasts with both hands and take each of her nipples between my lips like two sweet little pink gumdrops.
Erika gasps, louder this time, and takes hold of my head with both hands. She grasps my hair, hard enough that it almost hurts, but I don’t care. I’d let her tug two fistfuls out right now I’m so caught up in her beauty.