Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 63214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
“Remy,” she groaned. “Yes.”
Holy fuck.
No one lay next to her. She wound her body into a slow s, twisting her hips and moving those delicious thighs from side-to-side.
My heart broke, while my dick grew hard. It was the worst position for me to be in. I had no idea what to do. Here the love of my life, lay naked and gyrating in the snow on her property late at night. I shouldn’t even be here. And although crazy and insane, there wasn’t any law against her doing this.
Shit.
This was her body. Her life. Her property. Her way, if she wanted, to celebrate Christmas night. If she wanted to catch pneumonia and have frostbite in the most sensitive of places, then who was I to walk over there, stop, and judge her?
“Remy! Remy!”
But. . .who the fuck is Remy?
With sleepy eyes, she shuddered and gripped the snow, clutching clumps of it in her hands.
Breathtaking and jaw-dropping, she screamed as she came.
I almost pulled my dick out. I was damn sure gripping it over my jeans and rubbing the tip. I wanted her. Right fucking now. The desire pushed pressure into my jaw and head. Like this heavy snake uncurling in my brain.
Leave. No. I can’t walk away.
I looked around for any sign of a person. Maybe I’d missed something. Was this Remy standing around and watching her.
Was that what turned her on?
People did freaky things. As a healthy single man, I liked to watch women pleasure themselves and I damn sure enjoyed participating.
Who’s this Remy?
I searched the area, and that had been a great feat because I had to drag my gaze away from Faith’s beautiful body. And it wasn’t just her body. Everything about her glowed in moonlit darkness. The vision called to the wild beast in me. Made me want to howl. Charge toward her, flip that sexy frame around, and take her from behind. I wanted her ass in the air and my hands gripping her hips.
And I needed to take my time.
We’d have to move to the bedroom. It’s too cold out here and. . .what the hell am I saying?
I shook the lust out of my head and for the first time that evening, really studied the image. I even released my dick from that tight grip.
Why is she out here like this? She must be freezing.
She didn’t look cold in the snow. Hot lust radiated from her as she twisted those thick hips and continued to drive me wild.
Majestic.
Mystical.
“Remy!”
A cosmic queen blending in all earth’s element. The cool air caressed those hard nipples. Snow melted between her thighs and I yearned to lick them. This passionate sensuality radiated from her. It was everywhere. In her heart. In her eyes. Blazing along her skin.
Every part of me responded. My mind fogged. My heart stopped. My legs damn near buckled. I leaned against the tree and bit my bottom lip. And my dick. It pushed against my jeans, begging for release.
“Oh. Oh.” Her moan dotted the air like the stars glimmered in the sky.
It was too stunning to ignore.
I tried to be a good man every day. I held doors open for women of any age. I grabbed a heavy bag in a store, especially for the mothers that didn’t look like they had a man around to help them.
On an average year, I fixed more female strangers’ flat tires than my own.
Not to mention, I remained on my best behavior for all the newly divorced women that would call my personal line and swear that they heard a burglar or something in their house. I would rush there, worried, because I knew they lived alone. Almost always, no person crept around their property, and they usually stood in a candlelit house topless and wearing the tiniest panties.
I didn’t take it there with those women.
They didn’t want my dick. They were just scared to be alone. To wake up one day at an old age and realize that they’d never loved the right way. It was wrong to manipulate their sorrow and have sex with them. Instead, I held them once they put back on their clothes. I listened to their sad stories until the sunrise.
When I left, I promised to remain in touch as their friend.
And I did.
I was a good man.
But tonight.
This night tested me.
No one lay around Faith, and she moaned and craved a touch. I wanted to be that person to pleasure her. I could’ve had my clothes off within half of a minute. I could’ve been on top of her in less than that, pushing and shoving my cock into her and making her forget the name that she whispered and moaned.
I could’ve done it all,
but she hadn’t invited me.
I’d stumbled along.
Do I just leave or do I make sure she gets back to her house? Is this my business or. . ? Is she crazy for being out here, naked, and in the cold like this? Or is it her God-given right? She’s not hurting anybody.