Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Daniel didn’t talk as she kissed down his body, going straight toward his cock. He wanted her so badly.
There was no way he was looking away as she went toward his cock. She wrapped her fingers around his length, and then staring him straight in the eye, she flicked the tip of his cock with her tongue. She swirled the head, dancing across his little eye, and then she took the whole of his length into her mouth. She didn’t use her teeth and sunk her mouth right over his dick. It felt so good.
Daniel didn’t close his eyes, even though part of him wanted to bask in the feel of what she was doing. He kept his composure, though, even though it was the last thing he wanted to do. Her mouth was so warm.
She suddenly stopped. “So, don’t you think we should talk about that?”
“No, not until you finish what you started.”
“You like that?”
“Fuck, yes.”
She gave a chuckle. “Well, so long as you know, I’m not going to let this slide.” She wrapped those lips around his length and began to suck him.
Amy moved down his cock, going to where her hand was, circling his cock, then pulling back up. She began at a steady pace, sucking at his cock. He was so close to exploding in her mouth. He had no choice but to grit his teeth as she kept working him.
He loved the feel of her mouth wrapped around his length, and there was no way he wanted her to fucking stop. He also didn’t want to explode like some randy teenager who couldn’t control himself. There was no way he was going to close his eyes and miss the opportunity to watch her beautiful mouth work.
Daniel knew he was a goner as she moved her hand out of the way, and then proceeded to take a little more of him into her mouth, almost gagging on his length. There was no way he would be able to hold back from the perfection of her mouth, and as he came, he did so while gripping the back of her neck and crying out her name. The sound echoed around them, and his orgasm didn’t seem to stop.
Slowly, he came back down from his high, and then pulled Amy toward him, taking possession of her lips in a heat-seared kiss.
“You’re fucking incredible,” he said.
“So, when are we going to talk about it?” she asked.
For a second, he had to wonder if he had told Amy he was a Reaper while she’d been sucking his length, but with her raised brow and small smile on her lips, he had a feeling that was the last thing on her mind.
“Talk about what?” he asked, rather than bluff his way out.
“The condoms,” she said. “We’re not using any and in case you didn’t know, lots of unprotected sex could result in a little nine-month problem.”
“I hate using condoms,” he said. “Your pussy feels way too good on my dick, and to be honest, I don’t want to use them.”
She licked her lips. “Okay, but how many, uh, times have you been with a woman and haven’t used them? Am I going to have to like, you know, get tested?”
He thought it was so cute the way she nibbled her bottom lip. It made him want to fuck her again, to fill that tight pussy with his cum. To have it almost brimming over so he could be assured of tying her to him for the rest of their lives. It wasn’t going to be easy to tame this woman.
“Never,” he said.
She stopped biting that lip, and he was able to think but not for much longer, because she drove him crazy.
“Never, ever?”
“Never. You’re the first woman I’ve done this with and you will be the last.” He leaned in close and brushed his lips against her ear. “And I don’t want you to get on the pill either. If you get pregnant, we’ll handle it together.”
Chapter Seven
The café was closed for the afternoon. The deliveries had been a little later than planned, and after going through the produce, she had no choice but to call and complain about the quality. She sent Penelope home, who didn’t seem to mind at only being at work half a day, but she did mention having found another guy. Of course, it was another tourist, and there was no way she was going to get involved, even though a part of her really, really wanted to. This was Penelope’s business and not her own.
Martha was sitting, enjoying a cup of coffee. It was rare for her to see the older woman with a hot beverage. She was usually drinking a can of soda or water.
With the café sparkling clean, Amy was waiting for the produce to arrive. She didn’t like that this was the first time in years her order had not only been incorrect, but also had spoiled food in the order. Even when she was talking with the assistant over the phone, none of what she had ordered matched up with the order the assistant had. Something had gone seriously wrong, but she was now waiting in the shop for her order to arrive. If it didn’t, then tomorrow she would have no choice but to close.