Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 73091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Yeah. That was the word. Charlie Waters sparkled. It wasn’t just the silver in her eyes. That was a big part of it, but it went deeper. She was beautiful, from her gorgeous hair to her cute little toes, but she sparkled from the inside out. It was her heart. Her artist’s heart. Her good heart.
Emotion coiled through my belly, making me feel slightly nauseated but in a good way. These were powerful feelings—powerful feelings I’d never experienced.
I feared I’d never experience them again.
“Take me.” I led her mouth down the shaft of my cock and then off again. “Take all of me.”
I wasn’t familiar with a lot of cocks, but the few women I’d been with had said I was huge. My little silver was a trouper. She took it all, even held it for a few seconds as I nudged the back of her throat.
I had to give her a break. I let go of her hair to let her set the pace.
And she did. She did exactly as she had been doing. She took me deep, to the back of her throat, held for a few precious seconds, and then released.
God, she drove me crazy. Completely insane. I hadn’t been lying when I’d told her that. I was crazy with desire, ready to pump my semen down her hot throat and make her swallow all I had to give.
All of me.
“Yeah. God, honey. Feels so good, the way you suck me.”
She moaned at my words, the vibrations humming along my shaft, driving me crazier with passion and need.
Come. I needed to come so bad. Wanted to come so bad. But her pussy. I wanted to eat her pussy. Slap her cute little ass. Fuck her. Fuck her until she couldn’t stand.
Then it was happening. The scrunching of my balls, the tightening of my cock, the tiny pulsating nudges, telling me it was time to—
“Fuck! I’m going to come. I’m fucking coming! Take me. Take all of me!”
I exploded in her warm mouth, her tongue twirling along my shaft as I released into her. Would she swallow? Or would she, like the others, hold it in her mouth and excuse herself to spit?
Couldn’t worry about that now, not when I was having the most intense orgasm of my life.
It spread through my body like rapid wildfire, teasing me and then taking me flying. Words escaped my throat. What words? I had no idea. Words of praise to the woman doing this to me. Her name. Her beauty. Everything.
When I finally began to come down, she still knelt at my feet, her lips pressing soothing kisses over the head of my cock.
Her sweetness was legendary. Her hotness was out of this world.
This woman.
This beautiful, sparkling woman.
She finally removed her mouth from my cock and met my gaze. I stared into the intense silver, and what I saw there…
I couldn’t name it. It was passionate and intense. It was raw and untamed.
It was beautiful.
Utterly beautiful.
Finally, she smiled. “We should get dressed and go.”
“But you… I didn’t take care of you.”
“Later,” she said. “We can’t be late to this meeting.”
“But I’m a Wolfe.”
“Well, I’m not.” She stood. “And I’m not going to be late.”
Her work ethic again. An amazing and attractive quality in a woman. I was used to women who were after my money. Women who had no work ethic.
Charlie Waters was not after my money. Of that I could be certain.
She regarded herself in the full-length mirror on the side wall. “Gads! I look awful.”
“You could never look awful.”
In fact, she looked luscious. I could eat her up. Would be ecstatic to do just that.
She gathered her clothes and headed into the master bath. I was still fully clothed, my jeans and boxer briefs halfway down my thighs. I pulled them up quickly, wincing as they grazed my sensitive cock.
Within five minutes, Charlie emerged from the bathroom looking completely put together. Like she could be on the cover of Forbes as a successful businesswoman.
Even though she didn’t belong in those uptight clothes, I couldn’t take my gaze from her.
She looked like she could conquer the fucking world.
I had no doubt that, one day, she’d do just that.
“You ready?” she asked.
“As ready as I’ll ever be.”
Lacey had given us questions to ask the woman we’d be interviewing. Though I hadn’t relished the idea of Rock making this trip with Charlie, I wished he were here now. Rock might actually know this woman. She had seemed to know him, apparently.
The story was that Manny, a gynecologist, had seen this woman as a patient, and the patient told Manny that Rock had relocated to New York. Since Rock hadn’t told anyone he was leaving, this created a puzzle.
Who was this woman? And what did she know?
The images again, blurred as always, tried to fight their way into my brain. What if this woman…?