Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 108342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 542(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 542(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
He reached for her throat and squeezed… then released.
Deep exhale.
She wrapped her arm around his tattooed throat and choked him. He swallowed. His Adam’s apple bobbing. Prickly, wet hair along his jaw. Release… deep breath… inhale… exhale. Born again.
Wet fingers wandered through her tresses. Pussy full of hungry cock… He wouldn’t slow down. He wouldn’t stop. He only possessed her…
Water violently splashed like an ocean, lifted by a hurricane.
Her pussy muscles contracted and squeezed, gripping his nature as she lavished his dick with her juices. The man had the stamina of a thousand horses.
He suddenly surged forward, startling her, making her love him all the more. His lips found her breasts and he sucked them hard as he fucked her so deep, she could feel him practically in her gut. She fell apart, muscles melting into stardust. He held her steady as she shook hard and cried out his name. From the crown of her head to the bottoms of her feet, she felt beautiful, electric all over. Two back-to-back orgasms chased one another, and as her body surrendered, he did not…
He kept fucking her just as hard. Just as ruthlessly. Just as deliciously nasty…
She had little energy, but what she did have left she used to wrap her arms around his neck and look into his eyes. In them, she now saw a brighter side of the world. A bit of hope in the dark wilderness. She could be open with him. Emotionally exposed. She could love him. Freely and without apologies.
His eyes widened as his pelvis came crashing against hers, each thrust exquisitely hard and rough.
“Uhhh! Uhhh! It’s time!” He slammed into her over and over, and a flood of silky cum filled her. He held her so tight as he trembled against her and inside of her, his body telling her just how much she turned him on. They held onto one another and soon, the water settled. She could hear nothing but the music, the occasional plip plop of the spigot and his breathing. He throbbed inside her, and she never wanted to let him go.
With Nikolai, it wasn’t just their amazing sexual chemistry that let her know he was the one—it was the way he took care of her. Allowed her space to welcome being cared for in the first place. This was a kind of openness she wasn’t often afforded.
It was also the way he spoke to her. Planned for her. Made sure she wanted for nothing. Morning calls… Afternoon texts… They’d even sometimes fall asleep on the phone with one another late at night. Creative and fun dates… Passionate kisses… Lots of laughter and poking fun at one another… Intense lovemaking.
He wanted marriage. A family. He’d made that clear from the start. So did she—she wanted to give it a second try. He was intelligent, sexy, practical and hardworking. He knew how to run a business. Most importantly, he knew how to love a woman…
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Nikolai was happy that he’d managed to find a parking spot. He’d shelled out the cash for it, experiencing sticker shock. They’ve raised the price. Getting out of his truck, he slung his backpack over one arm and started his journey. ‘Tailwhip,’ by Men I Trust played from a car driving slowly by. I used to exercise out here, too. I forgot about that. Over there was a good spot to do sprints…
It had been a long time since Nikolai had worked out in the great outdoors. He stayed inside with his bench press lifting weights, and did running laps on the first floor of his home. He typically avoided touristy attractions around town as a rule, which made the murders that had taken place at Old Orchard Beach so much more inconceivable. Why would anyone choose Old Orchard to turn into a makeshift graveyard?
To his right was the familiar yellow shingled ice cream parlor, but it wasn’t open yet. Too early. The town of Old Orchard was an active place with plenty to do, and loads of people lived in this southern part of Maine.
It even boasted a historical museum and large play area with colorful carnival type rides and an array of arcade games. People from all over New England and tourists from across the world flocked there, especially during Spring Break and in the summertime, so the thought of dead bodies being strewn around like gory confetti was almost absurd—albeit clearly not impossible. In fairness, the beach was a little over seven miles long. That was a lot of territory to cover, and not every nook and cranny had eyes and ears on it. There was dead space terrain and rocky hills.
Additionally, on early mornings as the sun was rising or late nights when the moon was barely bigger than a snowflake, and the noise level was on par with a dying moth’s sigh, most people were not wandering about—especially during the colder months. There was an RV parking area, lodgings, and a trolley system to help people get around the expansive area, but during the dead times, it was a ghost town. No lights from the Pier. No shops with music playing from their propped open doors, welcoming visitors with shiny trinkets, colorful flags, toy wind-up lobsters, and sweet-smelling treats to entice the children and adults alike.