Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
“The usual,” I say, accepting the drink.
She reaches up to undo my tie. I enjoy the pressure of her slight weight where her body rests against mine. I love the sight of her beautiful face. I fucking revel in knowing she’s mine. I get hard knowing I’m going to bend her over the sofa and fuck her before letting her work on her sewing machine in the spare room I’ve converted into a working space. I don’t like the long hours she puts in, but she doesn’t sleep more than a few hours anyway, hasn’t since the night of the shooting. Working is better than staring at the ceiling with an idle mind. Idle minds are unhealthy. They reflect too much.
I trace the V-neck of her blouse. It’s a frilly affair with soft layers. “Did you make this?”
“Yes.”
She makes a lot of her clothes now. I like how she dresses. Her garments are feminine and soft, reminding me of sweet smelling roses and gentle daisies.
“It’s nice,” I say.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
Taking a sip of the drink, I bend down and press our mouths together. When she parts her lips, I feed her the alcohol. I let her swallow before using my tongue to taste the whiskey on hers. I lap at her mouth like I’m planning on eating her out later, giving her a preview of what I have in mind for her pussy.
She moans. Fuck. It’s all it takes. I catch fire. Putting the drink aside, I reach for the buttons of her blouse. The silk is smooth under my fingers, but it’s nothing compared to her skin.
“Maxime.” She pushes with her palms on my chest and bend backwards to escape my kiss. “I want to ask you something.”
I chase after her mouth, catching her around the waist as I lower her onto the couch. “I know.”
“Wait.” She bites her lip, staring up at me with her big, irresistible eyes. “I don’t want you to think I’m fucking you so you’d say yes.”
I push my hand under her skirt and trail my fingers up the inside of her leg. So warm. So soft. I barely contain my excitement as I move higher. I’m like an eager teenager on his first date. My hand trembles when I finally cup the juncture of her legs. Double fuck.
“How can I deny you anything when you’re wet like this?” I groan against her lips, grinding my erection against her sex.
“Maxime.” She gives me a little frown. Adorable. “I’m serious.”
“So am I.” Catching the elastic of her panties, I work them down her thighs. I leave them on her knees and bunch her skirt up to her waist. I use one hand to unzip my fly and take out my cock while keeping my weight on the other that rests next to her face. Her long, silky hair brushes against my fingers.
“I don’t want Benoit to drive me,” she says. “He hates babysitting me.”
I shudder as the head of my cock pushes against her slick pussy lips. “He does what I tell him to do.” Pleasure rips from my balls up my spine as I sink deep.
She gasps, threading her fingers through my hair. “I want to drive myself.”
Goddamn. Fuck. She feels good. “Why?”
“I haven’t driven a car since I got my driver’s license in South Africa.” She whimpers when I start moving. “I want to be independent.”
“Fine.” I’m not going to last.
“Really?” She pulls on my hair, bringing our mouths close. “You mean it?”
“After you’ve practiced driving on the right-hand side.”
Her expression softens with pleasure and gratitude.
“Benoit and my men follow wherever you go.”
She locks her legs around my waist, lifting her pelvis to take more. “Okay.”
“Fuck, Zoe.”
That obedience. The easy agreement. Letting me have my way. I break. I fuck her like a madman and come even before I’ve tasted her or bent her over the armrest like I’ve fantasized, before I’ve taken care of her pleasure.
Resting my forehead against hers, I try to get my erratic heartbeat under control. “Now look what you’ve done.”
She smiles. It’s not just another smile, but one she smiles for me. It’s a selfless one that takes my breath away.
“I didn’t make you come, you naughty girl.”
“I don’t mind,” she whispers, stretching lazily. “It was good, anyway.”
“It wasn’t good. It was fucking great, and it’s far from over.”
She stares at me with sated eyes—trusting eyes—as I push a hand between our bodies and find her clit. She lets me take care of her with her body stuffed full of my cock and cum. It doesn’t take long before I recognize the signs. Her pupils dilate and her gaze turns hazy. Rosy pink colors her cheeks. Her inner muscles clench, and her head falls back as she says my name.
The top button of her blouse is undone, a job I abandoned in my haste to get into her panties. I try to finish that intention now, fumbling with the second button. Fuck it. I tear the blouse open in another fit of haste. Her chest heaves with labored breaths as I roll a thumb over her clit, working her fast to bring her up to speed with me. I brush the fabric of her blouse aside and leave her breasts covered in lace. Like this, she looks ravished. Devoured. Undone. Just looking at her makes my cock grow hard again. I swell inside her, stretching her inner muscles.