Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95173 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95173 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
“You are obsessed with me calling you,” I tell him, and his face comes back to hover over me.
“I’m obsessed with you, Vivienne,” he tells me and then finally kisses me with the taste of chocolate on his lips. The kiss leaves me breathless, making my whole body want his touch, but then he pulls away from my lips. He holds out his hand for me, and I grab it, putting my napkin on the table and picking up my purse. “Let go see the sharks.”
“Or,” I say, “you can take me back to your house and show me that shower again.” His eyes twinkle in the darkness. “I somehow seem to have forgotten about that one. So technically, we only had sex five times.”
He comes close to me now. “I don’t do odd numbers.” He pushes the hair that came loose from my bun behind my ear. “Always even.”
“Well, then we better go and rectify that. We don’t want the universe to do something crazy.” I smile at him. “The whole world can come to an end, and we’ll be stuck at five.”
“We can’t have that happening,” he says while we walk out of the door, and he makes his way back to the truck. The wind blowing makes me shiver, and he stops and takes off his jacket, putting it around my shoulder. The heat from his body suddenly envelops me, and I hear the truck door being unlocked. He opens the door for me, and I turn to him.
“You know, if this is going to mess up anything, we should maybe just have a quick one in the truck and then do double at your place,” I tell him, rubbing my ass against his cock before getting into the car. I expect him to close the door, but he doesn’t. Instead, he leans in close to me.
“If there weren’t five cameras watching us, I’d fuck you bent over this truck,” he says, and my pussy contracts. “If it was later in the night, I would let you suck my cock while I drove, but instead, you’re going to sit in your seat, and I’m going to tell you all about what I plan to do to you.” I have the sudden urge to grab his head and push it down to my pussy because he didn’t mention anything about that. He doesn’t say anything as he gets in and starts the truck. My body is on full alert, having his smell all around me, and the drive to his house is agony as he tells me how he is going to take me, how he’s going to please me, and how I’m going to come over and over again. I swear to Christ, if it was later and there weren’t people driving by, I would totally have given him head.
My eyes blink open, and I look over at Mark lying on his back with the sheet pushed down to his stomach. One arm is above his head, and the other across his chest by my teeth marks under his nipple. That was after the shower when he teased me to the point of exhaustion. I didn’t plan to fall asleep, just wanted to rest my eyes, or at least, that is what I told myself, and now I look over at the clock and read the time. It’s 4:17, so I’ve been sleeping for three hours. I slowly get up, the sheet falling from my chest, and I look down and I have my own set of teeth marks from when I rode him. I get out of the bed and tippy toe around to see where my panties ended up and then remember he tore them off. I look over at him as my body feels so relaxed. I bend and pick up my bra and my shirt and then grab a shoe that he tossed over his shoulder. I finally find my shorts at the front door, and I’m shimmying myself into them when I hear him behind me. “Where do you think you’re going?” His voice is thick with sleep, and I look over at him standing there naked. The light from outside shows me all of him, and his body is sculpted like a god.
“I was going to go home,” I tell him, and then I see him walking toward me.
“It’s four a.m.,” he says and stops in front of me.
“I was trying not to wake you.” My hand goes to his chest.
“Do you know what would have happened if I woke up and found you gone?” he asks, and I tilt my head, waiting for his answer. “You know what? It’s better if I show you,” he says and picks me up, and I gasp. “Definitely more fun to show you,” he says, putting me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing. His palm meets my ass right away, and the sting shoots through me, and three hours later, I’m a sweaty mess. My ass still stings from all the times he’s smacked me, and then he brought me to the brink of orgasm so many times, I thought I was going to pass out. Even if I wanted to leave right now, I don’t think I would have the energy.