Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
I nearly stumbled when my knees went weak at the vision she made. She looked young and fresh dressed in a white, strapless top and matching skirt. The bodice fit like a glove, emphasizing her small waist and pushing her big tits up so she had a decent amount of cleavage. The outfit was sexy as fuck, but I wasn’t happy about other people seeing what was for my eyes only. When she reached to grab something from the wall, I was relieved to see her drape a thin, white wrap with scattered sequins around her shoulders, hiding most of her cleavage.
From her tiny waist, the skirt fell over her curvy hips and flared out, falling to just above her knees. My eyes dropped to her feet and the strappy, wedged sandals she wore that displayed her cute, teal-tipped toes.
If anyone had ever tried to tell me that feet were a total turn-on, I would have laughed them out of the room. And owed them an apology. I wanted to suck on her adorable little digits and see her feet on the bed as she used them to shove her pussy farther into my mouth. I wanted to feel them digging into my back as she screamed in ecstasy while I rutted between her thighs like an animal intent on breeding its mate.
Allison was young, a teenager, but she had the sinful body of a woman. One that inspired dark and dirty thoughts. All of which I intended to do to her eventually.
“Maravillosa,” I rasped because my mouth had gone dry. “You look unbelievably gorgeous, nena.”
Twin spots of crimson bloomed on Allison’s cheeks, and her smile reached her eyes, making them twinkle.
“Thank you—I mean, gracias.” Her dimples popped out as she smiled shyly. “I could say the same of you.”
I frowned and glanced down at my simple leather flip-flops, my cream-colored linen pants, and the matching button-up shirt with long sleeves that I had rolled up to my forearms. “Gorgeous?” I pretended to pout, making her giggle. “Perhaps we could go with devastatingly handsome or smoking hot instead.”
Allison laughed as she stepped across the threshold. “How about all three?”
“If you insist,” I sighed. “But let’s keep any gorgeous talk directed at you, where it belongs.”
“Deal,” she accepted with a smirk. She turned and kissed Charlie’s cheek before saying, “I forgive you, but payback’s a bitch.” Then she winked and skipped down the steps to the sound of her friend’s laughter.
I joined Allison on the path made of packed red sand with bushes of tropical flowers on either side. When I offered her my hand, she folded her smaller one inside it. We strolled along the path in no hurry. Allison had asked about a reservation, and I told her the table would be ready when we were. I didn’t mention that it was because I had bought the resort. The paperwork had gone through yesterday morning.
“Do you speak Spanish?” I asked her as we casually walked along, enjoying the ocean breeze.
She shook her head and laughed. “Gracias, de nada, and yo no hablo español are the extent of my vocabulary. Oh! And my dad had me memorize, ‘No te metas con mi hija o te mato!’ Did I say that right?”
I threw back my head with boisterous laughter. Allison giggled along with me, her dimpled cheeks turning bright pink. “Close enough,” I told her when I’d calmed enough to speak. Lifting our joined hands, I brushed a kiss over her knuckles, enjoying the sweet, shy smile she directed at me in return. “Adorable.”
Her father’s message was clear enough. Don’t fuck with my daughter, or I’ll kill you. I couldn’t blame him as I was sure my baby girls would be instructed with similar warnings. I had no intention of fucking over Allison or breaking her heart. I was going to claim it and keep her forever. However, I was going to fuck her. Without end.
Our conversation was light as we resumed our walk to the restaurant. While we’d talked about my childhood in the Dominican Republic, likes and dislikes, and other personal things, I hadn’t shared much information about my work. It hadn’t been a planned omission. I wasn’t hiding who and what I was. The conversation had simply never taken off in that direction. No doubt we’d get there eventually, and I’d tell her everything then. It seemed an awkward topic to just dive into with no preamble.
You like orange sherbet, too? That’s nice. By the way, did I mention I’m a billionaire, and I own this resort? How about shellfish. Are you allergic?
Allison grabbed my attention from my thoughts when she squeezed my hand and animatedly gushed over the menu in her hand. I hadn’t realized we’d made it to the restaurant already. We were standing in front of the hostess booth, and she’d clearly given Allison the special menu. The woman smiled and handed me one as well.