Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
“The contract will be done?” she asks, her eyes flicking from my lips to my eyes. She licks her lips, and I stand, reaching for her.
“Yes, the minute my hands are free, I will send her a message.”
Lottie’s hand stops me from grabbing her, so I pause on her thighs.
“No. Do it now.”
Lifting my hands away from her gorgeous skin, I send a quick email outlining what to do, and show her then click send. Placing my cell on the counter, I reach for her again.
“No cameras?” she asks, looking around. “You don’t plan to entrap me again, do you?” She smiles, but I can see there’s worry behind those green eyes.
“No. I swear I’ll never do that again.”
“Thank you.” Lottie scoots forward so I can lift her. Her legs wrap around my waist, and she offers me a shy smile. “It’s been a while.”
I start walking with her in my arms. “Who was your last?”
She looks down between us when she answers, seemingly shy about her answer. “You.”
Her answer takes me by surprise, but even more so, her honesty. I didn’t think for a minute she’d say that.
“That makes it even better,” I reply, opening the door to my room.
Lottie doesn’t stop looking at me as I position her on the bed, her legs leaving my waist. Reaching for my shirt, I undo the buttons quickly and kick off my shoes one by one, pulling my belt free so my pants hang loose, then I step up to her.
“This isn’t right, I don’t like you,” she says, shaking her head while her eyes stay locked on my body, she is trying to tell herself a lie.
Stepping closer, I reach for her dress and pull a sleeve down, her tit hangs out, and she doesn’t care. Not once does she look down to cover it. I like that about her.
“You don’t have to like me; you just have to fuck me.”
“Well, why do you still have pants on?” she asks, standing and dropping her dress to the floor. She stands in front of me now, naked. How the fuck did I not know she had no underwear on earlier? If I did, I wouldn’t have been able to control myself, so it’s probably a good thing.
Dropping my pants to the floor, I step closer and push her back, she bounces on the bed, her tits perfectly on display and needing my attention.
Bringing her legs apart, she slides her hand down to the front of her pussy.
“Do you plan to stare or touch?” she asks she flicks her hair over shoulder and the simple action pushes her tits up higher.
Goddamn, I remember her being feisty, it’s one of the reasons I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Plus, she tasted like the sweetest treat I’ve ever had.
I wanted her again and again at the time.
So, I took her over and over, as much as I could get.
“I plan to fuck, then I plan to taste. Then I plan to touch you all over.”
Gripping my cock in my hand, I stroke it a few times, her eyes follow each movement while her finger slips between her folds. I can see she’s glistening—wet, ready, and waiting for me.
“I’m clean,” I say. “And you’re on the pill?” I ask her.
She nods, her eyes transfixed on my cock in my hand. Last time I fucked her, I had a rubber on, but this time I plan to feel every inch of her and fill her with my cum until it’s leaking down her legs.
“Spread them wider, Bunny.”
She does, her fingers still on her pussy, circling her clit.
“Do you want my cock in you?”
Lottie nods, biting her lips. “Words, Bunny, words. You get nothing without them.”
“Will you shut up and fuck me?” she says.
Reaching down, I move her hand away, and she whimpers when I touch her between her legs. Her hips thrust upward, and it takes everything in me to not bury myself in her right there and then.
“Just one taste?” Dropping down, my tongue darts out and licks her clit. Lottie whimpers loudly and grips onto my hair. I do it again, addicted to her taste, and soon I can’t stop. My finger dips into her wet pussy, and I push in hard, fucking her with my finger as I lick her clit like it’s the best fucking ice cream I’ve ever had.
“Whiskey!” she screams.
I add another finger and feel her tighten around it, and don’t slow down with my tongue. She’s now thrusting with my tongue’s movements and my fingers moving, I look up as my other hand reaches up and pushes on her lower stomach her head is lulled back and her tits are being cupped by her own hands, fuck, she is hot.
“I…” She attempts to speak but I slide out of her with my fingers then slide straight back in, faster, then slower, but keeping the same pace with my tongue. She goes to speak again as her orgasm hits her hard.