Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
But Sookie doesn’t seem to care.
“So which will it be?” she simpers. “Your place or mine?”
I’m not in the habit of taking women to my apartment, and especially not a woman I probably won’t see again. But going to her place isn’t something I’m thrilled about either because I need escape routes. I need easy exits in case things go south, like they so often do once women see what they’re getting. I gaze down the street and my eyes sharpen.
“There’s a nice hotel at the corner.”
She giggles.
“So eager, big boy? Oh, you just can’t wait to get me beneath you, hmm? I like that. Let’s go.”
We hurry down the street and enter the small boutique hotel. It’s nice enough, with a dark interior, and a receptionist who doesn’t blink an eye even though my date and I are clearly here to hook up. But then, he frowns.
“I’m sorry, Sir, but we’re booked full tonight. Only the VIP suite is available, and I don’t know if you’re interested?”
I grimace and hand him my black card.
“Do it.”
He nods immediately, running the AmEx and then passing me a keycard with a solicitous smile.
“Take those elevators just off to the left,” he points. “Have a good night, Mr. Cooper.”
With that, I wrap my brawny arm around Sookie’s waist and practically drag her to the lift. She’s purring like a kitten, and so horny that I could probably fuck her in the lobby without a peep of protest. But I have morals. At the very least, this woman deserves a bed.
We enter the suite, and I don’t get a chance to check out our surroundings because Sookie’s already wiggling out of her dress the moment we step through the doorway. Hell, she won’t get any complaints from me on that front. There’s nothing wrong with a woman knowing what she wants and acting on it. In fact, I appreciate the aggressiveness.
But as she shimmies out of her dress, my cock jerks because not only is this woman bra-less, but also panty-less too.
“Were you like that in the restaurant?”
“What do you mean?” she coos, running her hands suggestively over those golden curves. “Oh, you mean skipping the lingerie? Yeah, I figured why waste time? Now come on, big boy. I’ve been craving your cock all night.”
Then, she saunters into the bedroom, still running her hands up and down her stomach, over her perky breasts, before plucking at those taut pink nipples. Fuck, maybe this could work. I follow her to the room, ripping my shirt over my head.
Sookie sits on the bed and crawls backwards, spreading her legs to show me that glistening slit.
“You like?” she giggles, reaching down to hold her pussy open. Sure enough, she’s already pulsing and wet, her small hole hungry. “You got me so revved up at the restaurant, Sanford, just by being you.”
I groan, my eyes fixed on hers as I rip off my shirt and drop my pants. Sookie starts to giggle again, but then her jaw drops and her mouth goes slack. Her eyeballs literally bug out as she takes in the size of my cock, hard and swollen, which also weeps copiously from the tip.
Suddenly, the blonde sits up, her passionate flush dissipating somewhat.
“Uh, wow,” she croaks. “I guess I know the real reason they call you the Hulk now. Umm, yeah.”
At ten inches long and with a diameter like a Coke bottle, my cock isn’t just big. It’s enormous and the size of most women’s forearms. Most dudes think having an appendage like this is great, but the slightly scared look on Sookie’s face is precisely why being this size is more of a curse than anything else.
“We don’t have to if you’re worried,” I growl.
The gymnast pauses for a minute, still staring at my cock, but then she shakes her head very slowly.
“No, I want to. Just take it slow, okay? Do you have lube on you?” She runs her hand tentatively over her sex and moans a bit. “I’m pretty wet, but this is so big that I think I need it.”
“Of course I have lube,” I rasp, bending to reach over to my pants pocket. I hold up the small tube of jelly. “I never leave home without it.”
It’s ridiculous but true. Most guys carry condoms in their wallet, but I have to go the extra mile because if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s to always be prepared if there’s any chance getting lucky. Squirting the gel in my hand, I rub it up and down my shaft, making sure my cock is completely coated. It glistens in the light, the veins pulsing obscenely, and I literally hear Sookie gulp as she watches the scene.
“Oh God,” she pants, still stroking her sex. “Oh God, oh God.”
“God can’t help you now,” I rasp while approaching the bed, my hulking form throwing hers into shadow. Sookie leans back on one elbow and continues to pant, watching me work my cock with the lube as she brings her hand up and starts circling her clit. Her breath hitches as I kneel on the mattress and then move over her muscular form. Nudging her hand out of the way, I push a finger inside her sweetest spot as she gasps.