Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“Thank you,” I tell him and hand him a fifty-dollar-bill. “Don’t worry about cleaning it up tonight.”
“Thank you, sir,” he says and a moment later, he’s gone.
I go to the coffee machine and make her a mug of black coffee. When it’s ready, I hand it to her.
She takes it and I watch her drink a sip. When I set the plated club sandwich with fries on the coffee table in front of her, she picks at the fries.
I stand, arms folded across my chest, and watch her until she finishes the coffee and eats half the fries and a quarter of the sandwich.
“Happy?” she asks.
“Not yet.”
She sighs, eats a few more fries.
I open the bottle of water and hand it to her.
She takes it, drains it.
I sit beside her. “Now talk.”
“What do you want me to say?”
“Did you know that man?”
She shakes her head, gives a sad little smile. “No.”
She’s not lying. I can tell.
I think about this and something tells me to ask that question a little differently. “Does he know you?”
“He thought he did, but he was mistaken.” Now she’s lying. When she lies, she’s too smooth and quick to answer.
“You were scared, Melissa. I saw it.”
“Not of him,” she says and stands up. She’s barefoot. That’s good. I think she’d topple if she weren’t.
She reaches behind her, unzips the dress, pushes the straps off her arms and wriggles out of it, letting it drop to the floor. My gaze falls to her full, naked breasts. She’s not wearing a bra.
Hooking her thumbs into the band of her panties, she leans forward to push them off and steps out of them. She straightens and I look her over because she’s fucking beautiful, even if she is doing anything and everything to distract me.
I shove the coffee table away with my foot and, without a word, I point to the spot in front of me.
She swallows, gets that flush she gets when she’s aroused and nervous at once, then kneels.
“Open your legs wider.”
She does and she’s kneeling up and I’m hard just looking at her like this, at her pretty, naked body, at the slit of her sex.
I undo my belt, open my pants. I take myself out.
“You want to distract me?” I ask her, touching the already wet tip of my cock to her lips. “You can distract me, but I never forget, Melissa. Never.”
I grip her by the hair, force her face backward to kiss her mouth before laying her back on the carpet. I kneel over her, my thighs on either side of her.
“You sobering up?” I ask when she realizes she’s not going to be sucking my cock so much as getting her face fucked.
“What—”
“You don’t want to talk? That’s fine. I’ll fuck that pretty face of yours.”
She makes a sound, pushes back, but her arms are trapped.
“You can tell me. I’m not your enemy. I won’t hurt you. Don’t you know that?” I ask, sliding my hand back and rubbing her clit, eyes on her as she licks her lips. “Good. Like that. Just relax,” I say, rubbing the swelling nub.
She opens her mouth and I push into her, slow at first, letting her tongue lick me, lubricate me while I rub her clit, finger her pussy. I draw my hand away and kneel up.
“I’ll take care of you after,” I say, gripping the end of the coffee table with one hand, angling myself to fuck her face. Finding my rhythm, slow at first, shallow, then deeper and deeper.
I watch her take me. Watch her choke and gasp for breath, feeling her hands on my thighs, nails digging into skin, and I’m getting harder and thicker and when I feel the back of her throat, I cup her head and tilt it and fuck her hard, just a few thrusts inside her hot, wet little mouth. When I come, I hold her to me, buried deep, and I come down her tight little throat, my cock throbbing, pulsing with its release. Her muscles work to keep up, to swallow, urging the orgasm on, intensifying it until I’ve emptied.
When I’m finished, I release her.
She rolls onto her side, coughing.
I grip her hair again, make her look at me. “Swallow it. All of it,” I tell her. “When you do, I’ll make you come.”
Once she’s swallowed, I kiss her hard, tasting myself on her tongue, tasting her and stealing her breath.
Then I turn her onto her stomach and move between her legs. I spread her ass wide and I eat her, all of her, her dripping cunt, her tight little asshole, rolling her onto her back again to take her swollen little clit into my mouth. I suck so hard, she’s coming in no time, her gasps almost screams, her hands in my hair, those nails digging into my scalp as she calls out my name, her pussy wet, dripping, her taste the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.