Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
I set my purse on the other couch and stripped off my jacket. It fell to the floor, and I kicked off my shoes next. I could feel the wetness in my panties, the tightness in my thighs. I’d never wanted him more than I wanted him right now. Honest, committed, and faithful, he had all the qualities a woman dreamed of.
And he had them for me.
I removed my jeans then pulled my panties down my legs.
He glanced down, seeing the pool of slickness my pussy had soaked into the fabric. I’d been wet all day, thinking about what kind of man was waiting for me at home. That hussy’s tits weren’t on my mind anymore—and I knew they’d never been on his mind in the first place.
I left my shirt on and straddled his waist, wanting that big cock inside me as soon as possible. I pushed his sweatpants down along with his boxers, revealing his enormous length. He was throbbing for me, bigger than he’d ever been for that skank. She couldn’t even get him hard when she tried.
This man was all mine.
I kept my eyes on him as I slowly sank down his length, feeling him stretch me hard with his thick head. Once we moved past the initial notch, I slowly slid down his length until I was sitting on his balls.
He had the kind of hands built to touch a woman’s body, and he gripped my cheeks with masculine force. He pressed his lips to the corner of my mouth and growled quietly, enjoying my overwhelming slickness. “You’ve been thinking about me all day, Beautiful.”
I’d been thinking about him since the moment he blew Ruby off. All day at work, he was on my mind. I replayed the event in my head, remembering the pissed off look on Ruby’s face when she was kicked out of his penthouse. “Yes…can you tell?” My fingers dug into his hair, and I looked into his eyes, seeing the most beautiful man in the world. Everything about him was perfect, from his chiseled jaw to his soft eyes. I loved the masculine lines of his face, the shadow across his jaw even though he’d just shaved that afternoon. Despite his criminal ways, I loved his integrity, his commitment to his promise.
“Fuck. Yes.” He ground his hips against me slightly, feeling my wetness sheathe him all the way down to his balls. His fingers kneaded my ass as he breathed against my mouth. “You’re the wettest you’ve ever been.”
My arms hooked around his neck, and I kissed him, let him suck my bottom lip into his mouth. My hands shook as I held on to this man, feeling a burning chemistry like no other. There was more heat in his embrace than I’d felt with anyone else—by a landslide. I wondered if this was what Vanessa and Griffin felt, if this was the kind of passion people really shared. Did other people experience what Bosco and I had? Was it less? Was it more? I found it unlikely they experienced it at all.
I rose and fell on his lap, sliding his dick in and out of me at a quick speed. I wanted his length inside me, wanted as much as I could take. That stupid tramp was elsewhere, wishing she were the one sitting on his lap. But I was the one who was here. I was the only woman this man wanted.
He grabbed my hips and steadied me, his blue eyes burning into mine. “Slower.” He guided my hips up and down, controlling the pace and setting it to a speed at a fraction of what it was before. His hands slid up my back until they spanned my rib cage. “Slow, Beautiful.” He repeated the same words back to me, wanting that pleasurable pace I wanted the other night.
I slowed down, riding his length at such a reduced speed that it felt even better. Every movement was amplified, in addition to the sensation of my nipples dragging against his chest. My pussy grew wetter and tighter, clinging to his length like I’d never enjoyed it so much before.
“Slower.” He looked me in the eye as he breathed into my face, looking like he was enjoying me even more than I was enjoying him. His thumbs spread across my belly, and he pressed into me as the desire coursed through his veins.
I ground against him, stimulating my clit with his hard body. I finally fell into the rhythm he wanted, finally moved my body just the way he requested. I slowly rose to the top of his length then slid back down, smearing his cock with my slickness. We breathed deeply together, enjoying every single touch, kiss, and thrust.
He brushed his lips past mine like he was teasing me. Then he rubbed his nose against mine, his fingers clenching around my flesh. He gripped me tighter and tighter, only stopping when his force became too much. He pressed his forehead to mine and closed his eyes, his hands lifting me slightly to alleviate my exertion. He moaned quietly, his cock thickening inside me even more.