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)
“You want it, don’t you?”
I nod and giggle breathlessly.
“I’m certainly looking forward to giving it a solid try.”
A hint of a smile lifts the corner of his mouth. “Good because I have a room upstairs. Let’s go, honey.”
He rises to a massive height before tossing cash on the table and holding his hand out to me. I slide my much smaller palm into his and sigh, loving the way his large hand envelopes mine. As he practically drags me to the elevator, my heart races because I want this to work out. Sanford Cooper’s got a gift in his pants with my name on it, and I’m ready to enjoy the ride.
4
Chrissy
* * *
Once the elevator door shuts, trapping us in a golden cage of sorts, Sanford leaps into action. The big man is hungry and with a growl, he corners me so I’m pinned against the back elevator wall, his hot, hard body pressing in tight as ravishes my lips. He’s gentle at first, but I can feel how needy he is; how that erection is already pressing against my stomach, making me moan.
“Take me however you like,” I whisper against his lips. “I’m yours.”
The huge man’s pupils dilate at my statement and a literal growl rises from his throat. He grabs my face in his hands and crushes his mouth against mine once more, kissing like a man who’s been deprived of sexual gratification for decades. If he was speaking the truth, then I suppose he is that very person. Meanwhile, I sigh against his mouth, going boneless against his massive chest.
“Fuck baby,” he rasps. “I need you so bad.”
“You have me,” I whisper. “All of me.”
He groans against my lips, and I open to him again, moaning as his tongue enters my mouth, devouring me, fucking my mouth like he’s aching to do with my pussy. I’m right there with him. My body is an inferno, and I’m so wet that an embarrassing moisture coats my thighs.
Then, a dinging sound startles me from my reverie and I twitch. Oh right, we’re in an elevator. When the doors slide open, Sanford basically drags me out and into the hall, making me stumble in my high heels.
“Fuck this,” he groans before reaching down to grip my ass. Then he hoists me against his hard body as I wrap my legs around his waist. Oh shit, that thick erection’s pressed directly against my sex now, and even with the jostling, I can tell it’s huge.
Growling, the Hulk shoulders his way into a lavish suite, although I hardly see it before he’s throwing me onto a massive bed.
“Fuck,” he hisses as those blue eyes gleam. “What have we here?”
My thighs reflexively squeeze together and I smile coyly at him, biting my lip.
“What do you think? It’s a piece of candy all for you, Daddy.”
He lets out a low growl.
“Fuck yeah. Just give me a minute because we’re going to need to be prepared if this is going to work.”
He strides to the dresser beside the bed and grabs something out of the drawer, sitting it on top of the flat surface. I gasp because it’s an enormous tube of lube. But then the Hulk reaches into the drawer again, and pulls out a small plastic container which is also lube judging from the writing on the label.
“Do we need both types?” I manage in a choked voice, my eyes going round.
“Fuck yeah,” he growls, eyeing me up and down. “The more the better, honey, unless you’ve got enough natural lubricant to take me.” I’m breathless, and almost paralyzed while staring at him as he stares right back. Then, the huge, handsome man jolts from his reverie and grinds out, “Clothes. Off. Now.”
In a rush, I shimmy out of my dress. My breasts come bouncing out, huge and full, and when I pull my panties off, sure enough there’s a long string of stickiness connecting my pussy to the gusset of lace.
“Ohhh,” I moan as one hand slips down to toy with my clit. “This is all for you.”
Sanford doesn’t even speak. He merely reaches one finger forward to break the string before lifting it to his mouth.
“You taste good, baby girl. You’re real wet too,” he says, staring at my glistening slit. “But now, it’s my turn.”
Slowly, those big hands unbutton his shirt, revealing acres of bronzed skin, and pecs so developed that they appear to be made of wood. I moan throatily as my eyes drop to survey his chiseled abs, and he flexes them at me.
“I’ve got eight,” he rasps with a gleam to his eye. “Most guys have a six pack, but if you know what you’re doing, you’ll get to eight.”
I give in to temptation then. Scrambling to my hands and knees, I run my tongue up along the ridges of those abs, tasting the salt of his skin.