Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
“Aren’t you an Arnoult?” she asks jokingly.
“I am,” I chuckle, “But my mom used to work with them before she met my dad. She loves them and got my brother, sister, and me into them as well. My dad likes them, too. We went to several every summer. I run a booth at this one.”
“A booth? Color me intrigued.” She giggles.
“Artisan. Paintings and weaponry.”
“Okay. That’s really cool. I’d love to go with you.”
“Great. We’ll have a blast. I hope you like giant turkey legs.”
“I can honestly say I’ve never had one before.”
“You’re in for a treat, Red. There’s shows too.”
“Keep talking…”
After a long day at the fair, I pulled into the packed hotel parking lot. Thankfully, I made reservations. Watching her with my customers all day was intoxicating. She’s dressed like a fairy or a nymph, and I love it. The tension between us sizzled all day. My cock was hard all day. That couldn’t have been healthy, but fuck. She’s so beautiful. She’s the perfect woman. My woman.
After parking, I grab our bags from the trunk and head to the reception desk.
“Checking in?” an older man asks us.
“Yes. Trevor Arnoult. Two rooms.” See. Perfect gentleman. I take my credit card and ID out and hand them to the man. September’s soft hand comes up and touches my forearm.
“We don’t need two rooms,” she says.
“We don’t?” I ask, needing to be sure she’s saying what I think she’s saying.
“Nope,” she says, popping the “p” in the most seductive manner I’ve ever heard.
“Just one room, sir,” I say to the man.
“No problem. Let me just adjust your reservation.” He types on his keyboard and hums a little tune while he does it. He makes the key card and hands me back the key and my cards. “Alright, you’re in from 1113. A continental breakfast is served from five-thirty to ten.”
“Thanks.”
“Have a great night.”
As soon as we are in the room, I drop the bags and pull her into my arms. My lips crash down on hers; no kiss has ever felt this good. Move my lips down to her neck and suck on her pulse point. She moans softly as her hands go to my belt.
“We can take this slow, baby,” I say. Fuck, I don’t mean that. Do I?
“No, we really, really can’t take this slow. I need you.” Thank fuck. I don’t think I could have stopped myself if she had said she wanted to. She pushes away from me and pulls her tiny dress over her head. Her perky braless tits come into view, and I groan.
“Jesus,” I say, my voice unrecognizable. Reaching out, I feel the weight of her tits in my hands, and I love it. Immediately, I suck one nipple into my mouth while twisting and pinching the other one. She feels like silk and tastes like It’s intoxicating.
“Trev, please,” she moans, her hands gripping my hair tight.
“What do you want, September?” I ask, my fingers finding her clit over her soaked panties. When I rub her there, she moans. My cock is harder than it ever has been, and it's about to burst through my pants. I grip the base to stave off coming so quickly.
“You,” she whimpers.
I’m already hers. Always. Forever. I can’t fucking explain it.
She reaches for my belt again. Fuck this, I think as I rip open my belt and pants. They hit the floor as she sinks to her knees in front of me, pulling my boxers down with her as she goes. She licks her lips in anticipation while looking up at me. I look down at her, running my thumb over her bottom lip.
Gently, she sucks my cock until I begin to really fuck her face with wildly. She takes me to the back of her throat over and over again.
“Fuck, baby. Get on the bed. I don’t want to fill your throat the first time. I want to fill your sweet, wet cunt.” She stares at me briefly while I pull my shirt over my head. “So do it, baby, be a good girl and do it. Lay down and spread those thighs wide for me.”
Who am I? I have never spoken to anyone like this before. It’s her. She’s bringing this fucking animal out in me, and I fucking love it.
Chapter Seven
September
I’m so turned on my juices are pooling on the bed below me. He chuckles before burying his face between my legs. His slow licks around my clit and down to my pussy hole aren’t enough. My insides are clenching for something. He knows what I need, though, as he slides a finger into me shallowly.
“Trevor, please,” I beg, and he begins to thrust his finger into me faster and faster.
“You’re so fucking tight; I can only get one finger into you.”
“I need your cock.” Leaning down, he kisses me as he drags his cock through my sopping-wet folds before he pushes into me. Slowly. Too slowly. I surge forward to meet him. He breaks through my virginity. Any pain I feel is fleeting because he begins to move. I needed him to move. Every nerve in my body is on fire. I would have given him myself the first night we went out. I wanted him that badly, but no, this is better. I moan, and my legs wrap around his waist.