Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89331 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89331 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
“You’re not wrong but give the man a break. He wasn’t expecting anyone, and then to have the most devastatingly beautiful ball-buster kick in his door. Baby, you got the poor guy on the ropes.”
I toss back the bourbon and she does the same, then as I put down my glass, I see what she is looking at. It’s a diary, and I recognize Freya’s handwriting.
“I didn’t realize Freya kept a diary.”
“It appears so. Apparently, there’s a lot about this woman we don’t know.”
I stand behind her, placing my hands on the desk on either side of her so I am caging her in while looking over her shoulder.
“Anything good in there?” I lean down so I know my breath is caressing her skin. I press myself up against her, and her breath catches.
“I don’t know,” she says.
“Not going to read it?” I ask.
“Maybe I plan to give her her privacy.”
“Speaking of privacy,” I say, my lips right next to her ear. “I’ve been wanting to get you alone since the minute you walked into this house.”
My dick is hard and pressing against her. There’s no way she doesn’t know what my intentions are.
“I’m a virgin.” The words come from her lips so causally, but they take me off guard. I see a hint of smile on her face. She knows what she just did. It’s her weapon.
“What? How? Why did you just blurt that out?” I can’t rebound. Not only am I shocked by her announcement, but I’m also surprised she’s being so open and honest about it. At her age… is virginity even a possibility?
She turns her head to look up at me, meeting my eyes. “I am a virgin by choice, because it gives me power. It’s part of who I am. I make the choices with my body, and I decide if someone is good enough to please me. So far, no one has measured up.” She shrugs. “I have no shame in admitting that fact.”
Rebound. I need to rebound quickly.
“How do you know if you won’t give them a chance?” I ask before I gently kiss her neck. Her head tilts to give me more access, so I place a few more kisses as she thinks about her answer.
“Because every single man I have ever met is egotistical and self-serving. They see women as objects to use. And if the woman gets off in the process, great, but if not, they don’t really care. I have no desire to just be a vessel so some asshole can shoot his cum in me and then walk away.”
“Seems to me then you need more than one lover,” I say, kissing my way up to her ear. Her pulse is fluttering against my lips.
She smiles. “Possibly. But until I can find my own personal harem of men willing to work together to please me, then I guess I am just left with my imagination and my fingers… and maybe a few toys.”
My cock is rock hard, pressing against her ass that is so beautifully shown off in the tight, floor-length gown.
“Tell me more,” I growl, moving my hands to her hips and pulling her body into mine.
“Tell you more about what? How I like to tease myself at night. How I edge myself over and over, spending hours exploring my body?”
“Yes,” I say, as one of my hands moves up her dress to just under her breast. “Tell me what you think about when you come all over your fingers.” I lift her right hand and bring it to my lips, kissing the offending fingers.
“No.” She pulls her hand out of mine but doesn’t step away from me. “I want you to tell me what you think of at night when you’re alone.”
“I’m rarely alone,” I say.
“Bullshit, you’ve slept here every night since I got here, and you haven’t had anyone over.”
“Are you checking up on me, baby girl?” I can’t believe a woman so inexperienced can radiate such sexual prowess. I need my dick inside her now.
“I like to know who is in my home. Now tell me.”
“Lately, I’ve been thinking about how fucking sweet your pussy would taste when I have you tied to my bed.”
Her laugh is a deep, sexy sound that makes my cock ache.
“Well, that would never happen.” She presses her ass against my cock. “If I was going to let you taste me, then you would be the one tied to my bed while I rode that pretty face.”
“I might let you ride my face,” I say, “but only if you put that sexy mouth to work on my cock.”
“Maybe.” She smiles at me. “If you were a good boy.”
I place my hand into my pocket, fingering the vibrating balls I brought for her. I’m pretty sure I can get her to wear them for me simply by daring her. The chemistry in the air is thick, and I know I can use it to my advantage. But I suddenly don’t like the idea of other people getting to see her come. At least not yet.