Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Who is this man?
He leans down and takes each of my nipples between his lips and sucks them, causing my back to arch up off the bed. Again, I feel all the sensations of an approaching orgasm.
But how could that be? I just came minutes ago.
But sure enough, Marlon picks up the pace, driving his massive, swollen manhood deeper and faster into me, and my body nearly goes on fire.
“Come on it,” he tells me, somehow clearly able to read all my body’s signs. “Do it, Rain.”
And that’s all it takes–Marlon commanding me.
This time I’m able to cry out as my orgasm hits me. A moan escapes my lips and lasts throughout the length of my entire climax. My heart pounds heavily in my ears, I grip the sheets and hold on for dear life and wrap my legs around Marlon’s muscled waist as every nerve ending in my body ignites with rapturous pleasure.
My mind swirls like a tornado is inside my skull.
My consciousness rockets high into the sky, leaving my body alone as I go somewhere else for a moment–somewhere dreamy and cloudlike.
Just as I’m coming down, I feel a pulsing sensation between my legs, and Marlon slides out of me. The bed shifts, and he comes around beside my face, grips my jaw, and turns my head toward him.
“Open,” he says firmly.
I do, without question, and feel his cock slip in between my lips. The next thing I know, I’m swallowing his cum–sweet, salty and hot as it sprays into my mouth–and listening to him groan with pleasure as he holds me in place and grips my left breast with his other hand.
So fucking hot.
He finishes up, then sits back on the bed and takes a deep breath.
I lick my lips and do the same.
My mind and my soul are still floating around somewhere high above, waiting to come back down to earth and rejoin me when I’m ready. I know I shouldn’t say this out loud, but I’m too woozy after what just happened to stop myself.
“Never in my life, have I ever–”
“Yeah, I know,” Marlon replies. “It’s big.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Oh, that’s right,” he replies with a single chuckle. “That was your first time. Well trust me, baby. They won’t all be as incredible as that.”
I sigh and prop myself up, blink several times, and try to get myself back to functioning status. I glance over at him.
He’s leaning back now against the headboard, one knee up, with a muscular arm draped across it. His cock is still almost completely hard, and his body looks like something out of a magazine. If he wanted to take me again right now, there’s no way I could say no.
“You’re cocky as hell, you know that?”
He simply shrugs. “Am I?”
“How is it that a guy like you–rich, handsome, and insane in bed–is still single?” I ask. “You are still single, right? That wasn’t your wife’s necklace I saw you playing with earlier?”
I giggle, but Marlon immediately stands up and storms out of the room.
“It’s time for you to go,” he calls out. “I’ve got work to do.”
I hear him speaking to someone on what must be a phone call, and quickly get up, slip my panties on, and follow after him.
“Sorry, you want me to leave?” I ask. “That’s a little…sudden. Don’t you think? This was just an important life moment for me…”
He’s already got his pants on and is doing up the buttons on his shirt as I come into the room.
“I told you not to fall in love with me tonight.”
“I don’t think I’ve fallen in love with you–”
“Listen,” he says, turning to face me. “I don’t do romance. I don’t do love. I’ll do friends-with-benefits if you want to see me again, but that’s it. And if you want to do that, we’re going to be adding another rule to our situation.”
My head’s still spinning, and I haven’t even put my dress back on yet. But I still manage to reply.
“And what rule is that?”
“No asking me any personal questions and absolutely no asking me about my past. Understand?”
What I understand is that this isn’t up for debate. This is a man who is used to getting his way.
“Yeah, fine,” I reply simply as I reach for my dress. I slip into it as quickly as possible, and when Marlon comes to help me with the zipper, I shake my head. “No, I got it.”
It’s a pain in the ass to do, but I manage to get it zipped up on my own.
As I walk to the doors, I pull out my phone to order an Uber, but Marlon sees and stops me.
“There’s a car downstairs. It will take you wherever you want to go.” He hands me a simple business card with a number on it. “If you want to see me again, call.”