Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“Business and pleasure go hand in hand.” He slid his fingers farther between my thighs, as far as he could go when I was clenching them tightly together.
“Why did you want me to come?”
“Why?” he asked. “Because everyone’s got a girl, and I want mine.”
He could fuck around with any of the women there, and I would never know about it. But he’d invited me down there to be a part of his world, to show everyone he knew that he had a girl at home who he didn’t keep at home.
“Let’s go to the bathroom.”
“We just sat down. I haven’t even gotten my drink yet.”
“It’ll be here when you get back.”
“If you only wanted to fuck, you could have just stopped by.”
“That was before I saw you walk in here looking like a hot piece of ass.” His hand left my inner thigh then moved over the top of my leg to slip underneath my dress, feeling the material of my thong hidden away. “Come on.”
“I’m not making these people get up again—”
“Then we’ll go the other way.” He turned to the group before I could say anything. “Up. Gotta get by.”
They all scooted out of the booth and stood up, taking their drinks with them like they couldn’t part with their booze for a second. Bastien got out first and took me by the hand, walking me into the hallway where the bathrooms were located.
But instead of going into the men’s room, he stopped in front of another door and tried the handle. It was unlocked, so he opened it, revealing a decent-sized closet with cleaning supplies like brooms and mops and extra toilet paper. Then he pulled me inside.
“Someone could open the door.”
He grabbed the mop, snapped it in half at the perfect length, and then wedged it under the door handle so it wouldn’t turn until he removed it. Quick on his feet, like he’d done this a million times, he could pull anything together.
He was on me right away, light coming in from the cracks around the door to silhouette him in the dark. He pinned me against the wall and kissed me as he yanked up my dress and pulled down my thong.
I was hurt that he’d done this a hundred times with a hundred different girls. That was why he was so good at it, so quick on his feet. But then I pushed the jealousy aside because he loved me and not them.
He helped me out of my panties then stuffed them in the front pocket of his jeans before he unbuttoned them. He got ready in just a few seconds, his fat dick coming out with an agenda.
He scooped me up into his thick arms then lowered me onto his dick, not even wetting his tip because he assumed I would be gushing for him. And he was right, because he slid right in like a perfect fit. “Jesus Christ.” He left me on his dick as he savored the union of our bare bodies, as if he’d never felt me like this before, the first time without a condom, even though we’d never used a condom. “This pussy, I swear to fucking god.” He started to move me up and down, pounding me onto his dick because he wanted to fuck me so bad.
My arms were hooked around his neck, and I felt my body rise and fall, sheathing his dick over and over, having the best sex of my life when I didn’t have to do anything but enjoy it. His shirt covered his strong chest, but his arms were on display, enormous and muscly with rivers of tendons.
“Tell me you love me.” He lifted me with incredible speed, like I was a pair of dumbbells when he was used to lifting the bar stacked with weights.
“I love you.” I loved this man with my whole heart, loved this man enough to want to stay when I had every reason to go. Wanted to be by his side, whether it was in the rain or the sun.
“Tell me you want to marry me.”
Now, I didn’t know if he was drunk…or if he really wanted me to say that. Most men were afraid of marriage, and we’d never talked about it. I’d just moved in with him a couple weeks ago. But I wanted him forever…so I would marry him. “I want to marry you.”
He somehow fucked me harder, got a surge of energy out of nowhere. “You want to be my wife?”
“Yes…I want to be your wife.”
“Fuck.” He moaned as he filled me, getting off on something that would freak out most men if they heard it during sex—or at any time. He gave his final pumps, shoving his whole dick inside me even when it was too much. But he barely took a couple breaths before he started up again, fucking me just as hard in the broom closet, jeans around his knees with his dick covered in my cream. “Your turn, sweetheart.”