Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 209(@200wpm)___ 168(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 209(@200wpm)___ 168(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
She looked down at him from between her open thighs. “Darius?”
“Relax. Promise this won’t hurt.” He gave her a wink.
He lapped at her folds and suckled her clit. She panted and grabbed at his comforter. Her mewling sounds spurred him on. He devoured her, wanted her to scream for release. His condo was soundproof, so she could scream as loud as she wanted.
He’d be the first man to bring her to that peak.
Darius settled into a rhythm, eating her pussy until she thrashed on the mattress. She was soft and innocent and perfect. So fucking receptive to every move of his tongue and lips.
“I can’t take it anymore,” she cried.
Within a minute, she shifted from frantic to calm, her body relaxing. He stopped to look up at her.
“More,” she said, her eyes closed. “Please.”
He loved the sound of her begging, but he’d gladly get between her legs day and night. Darius fucked her with his tongue before sucking that sweet bud into his mouth again. She moaned, a sweet feminine sound. When she was about to come, her body tensed up, going rigid, and her breathing became labored. She panted, frantic and desperate, then detonated. Her body arched up as she cried out, her pussy pulsing against his mouth. He stayed between her legs until her orgasm settled down.
“I could live between your legs,” he said, climbing over her body. She looked pleasantly sated, her eyes hooded. His cock was rock hard, the length tapping against her entrance as he moved. “Are you ready for me?”
She nodded.
He kissed her parted lips.
Darius reached down, poising the head of his cock exactly where he needed it. She squealed, her pussy still sensitive from her orgasm. He pressed in slowly, keeping eye contact with her the entire time. Sex had never felt this intimate to him. Her dark eyes, full lips, and natural beauty had him in awe. She was a gift, and he’d never give her up. No man would ever know the same pleasure.
Inch by thick inch, he filled her tight, virgin cunt. It was pure heaven.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked.
“No. I’ve never felt so full.”
He groaned, gritting his teeth. Once fully seated, he said, “You’re mine now, Rose. You, this body, everything.” He began to pump his hips, her legs wrapped around him securely. It took a Herculean effort to take his time rather than fucking her raw from the get-go. He’d been fantasizing about this day since he first saw her in the office.
He nuzzled her neck, hooking his arms under her shoulders to fuck her deeper. With every minute, he picked up the pace until her hands were all over him, her nails raking across his back.
“Oh, God, Darius…”
It was perfect, a mix of making love and fucking. Their bodies became slick. They couldn’t get enough of each other. Her moans made him even harder. He wouldn’t last much longer, not with her begging.
“Come for me again, baby.” He pistoned in and out of her body, so close to filling her with his seed. Darius hadn’t worn a condom, and frankly, he wouldn’t be disappointed if Rose became pregnant. He wasn’t getting younger and an heir was a necessity. A family used to be a luxury he couldn’t afford, an abstract idea—until Rose. Now he wanted everything, his entire world turning around at record speed.
He fucked her harder, faster, until she was pleading for relief. Then she came hard, her pussy pulsing around his cock as her body arched up against him. It was enough to push him to the breaking point, and Darius came deep inside her, the stream of cum never seeming to end. The wave of euphoria was unparalleled to anything he’d ever experienced with another woman.
Finally, he rolled over and crashed down beside her.
“You’re going to kill me,” he said.
Rose rolled to her side, running a finger over his chest. She was smiling. “You’re the one who didn’t have a problem dating a younger woman.”
He narrowed his eyes.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“I don’t like that word.”
“What? Dating?”
“Yeah, that one. It sounds too trivial for what we have,” he said.
“And what’s that, Mr. Blackwood?”
Her soft tits were pressed against him. He was in heaven.
“Something crazy, impossible, perfect, and beautiful. And I want it forever.”
“Forever’s a long time.”
“Exactly.” He turned more toward her, springing one of her curls. “We should definitely take a chance on it. We only get one life. What if we’re meant to be together?”
“This is everything I’ve dreamed of. Which terrifies me.”
“Why?” He stroked the back of her shoulder. “Do I scare you?”
She shook her head. “I’m just afraid of waking up one day and it was all a dream, or a lie.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, Rose. You’ll see. This can work.”
“What about the office? The gossip? Even you have limits. Eventually, it won’t be worth the trouble.”