Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
She pushed me back against the couch then straddled my hips, her jean shorts riding up until they hugged her ass cheeks. She pressed her hands against my chest and held her face close to mine, her light breaths falling on my lips. She used to be shy and reserved, but now she took the lead when she wanted me. She helped herself to my lap like it was hers to enjoy. She loved feeling my hard cock underneath her, pressing through my sweatpants and her shorts. Her hands snaked up my chest to my shoulders before she leaned in and kissed me.
Kissed me so softly.
Her pillowy lips rested against mine as her nails gently clawed me. Her warm breath fell on my face, heated my soft lips. Her eyes were closed as she held her mouth against mine, her kiss so soft, it felt like a rose petal. Then she kissed me harder, pulled my bottom lip into hers. She commandeered the kiss and gripped my shoulders for balance. Soon enough, our tongues swirled together, and our breathing became in sync. My hands moved to her hips, and I pressed my thumbs into her soft skin as her mouth continued to wreck mine. She slightly rocked against my length, applying pressure against her clit. Subtle moans escaped her mouth as she undulated over me. Her right hand moved into the back of my hair, and she ground a little harder, kissed me a little deeper.
She was one hell of a kisser.
It was my favorite thing about her, the way she kissed. She kissed like a real woman, a woman who wanted to please her man. Her fingers moved into my hair, and she brought our bodies closer together, until her tits were pressed right against my chest.
My hands gripped her ass through her shorts and squeezed the muscle. Her body was perfect, from her nectarine ass to her insanely tiny waist. With pale skin and slight freckles, she was a natural beauty.
And I was about to have her.
I knew she was ready. I knew these past four weeks had lowered her defenses and prepared her for what was to come. Now she didn’t see me as some stranger, some random man who would haunt her nightmares. Now she saw me as her lover, as her friend. She was giving up her virtue to a man who’d earned it fairly.
Now I just had to take it.
I didn’t want the kiss to end because it was so good, but I forced it to stop. I pulled my mouth away and stared at her hungry lips, seeing the desire still poised on her features. I maneuvered her to the couch then moved into the hallway, my fat dick so big, it stretched out the front of my sweatpants. I went into my bedroom and pulled out all the white candles I’d told my maid to buy for me. I set them up everywhere and lit each one until the bedroom glowed with flickering white light. Then I opened a bag of rose petals and spread them on my bed. I’d never done anything like this in my entire life, but I wanted Monroe to have what she deserved. She wanted something meaningful and romantic—and I could give it to her.
When I turned around, she was standing in the doorway, her eyes reflecting the lights from all the candles. She looked at the rose petals on the bed before she turned those big eyes on me, surprise and joy bright in her look.
I’d never been romantic, but I could make an exception—for her.
I pulled off my sweatpants and boxers and stood in nothing but my skin. My dick was harder than it’d ever been, anxious to be inside that tight pussy I’d become acquainted with. I had been frustrated when she wouldn’t open her legs in the beginning, but knowing I’d won her over made me enjoy it even more. I actually felt worthy of her—and not because I paid her.
I stopped in front of her then fingered the bottom of her cotton shirt. My eyes stayed on hers as I slowly pulled it over her head, catching a few strands of hair before they fell back down again.
Her eyes were fearless, like she wanted this as much as I did. She wasn’t breathing hard with trepidation or stepping away with uncertainty. She held her stance in front of me, prepared for what would happen next. She had no idea how much it would hurt—or how good it would eventually feel. My hands reached behind her and quickly unclasped her bra so it would fall to the floor.
I stepped closer to her and found her lips with mine as my fingers worked the top of her shorts. I kissed her with the same slowness she showed me, popping the button at the top and unzipping the crotch. They were already loose on her, so they slipped to the floor and landed with a dull thud.