Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 72658 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72658 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
I stared at the menu but couldn’t really focus on it. When I lifted my gaze just above the top of my menu to look at him, he was already staring at me. My eyes ducked down again like I’d been caught.
“What are you thinking, baby?” The smile was in his voice.
“What happened to not calling me that?”
“We’re way beyond that now, sweetheart.” He scanned the menu then set it aside.
I didn’t even have an appetite. This was just foreplay to me. The way his big body took up the entire chair, the way he took control of the evening and ordered everything, the way his eyes looked in that shirt…
The waiter poured the glasses of wine and asked for our entrées.
“Chicken marsala.” Then he gave a slight nod toward me. “She’ll have the gnocchi.” He handed over the menus.
“You didn’t ask what I wanted.”
“Did you want something else?”
I didn’t say anything.
“We both know it doesn’t matter anyway.” He brought the glass to his lips and took a sip, that arrogant look in his eyes. He was relaxed in the chair, his shoulders broad, the muscles in his arms stretching the sleeves of his shirt. His clothes were all in bigger sizes because the muscles he carried made him a behemoth. A lot of the other guys I dated on the apps were scrawny…and unremarkable.
He took another drink of his wine as he stared at me.
I didn’t know what to say. He made me feel like I was naked in that restaurant, all the goodies out for everyone to see. “What should we talk about?”
“How I’m going to fuck you.” He said it with a straight face, pulling off a level of confidence no one else could replicate. “I’d love to talk about that.” He swirled his wine as he looked at me, the stare suffocating.
“What if I say no—”
“You won’t.”
“How do you know—”
“Because I do.” The smile returned, arrogant and victorious. “It’s our one-month anniversary. You must be going as crazy as I am.”
“My hand works just fine, thank you.”
“Baby, come on.” His grin widened. “We both know it’s not even close.”
I took a drink of my wine. A big one.
“This is what I’m thinking…”
I wasn’t sure if I could listen to this.
“Your dress hiked up with my face between your legs. Start off nice and slow.”
Oh Jesus…
“Take my time. Really enjoy it. Because I’ve missed that pussy.”
My legs were already crossed, but I involuntarily squeezed my thighs together.
“Then when you’re right there…I’ll stop. And you’ll beg me to fuck you.”
The waiter came over with a basket of bread and placed it in the middle of the table, having no idea what he just stepped into.
Axel stared at me the entire time, as if there had been no interruption.
When the waiter walked away, Axel continued. “Then I’ll move between those soft thighs and sink as far as you can handle. You’ll wince at my size, you always do, but I’ll keep going. After a couple thrusts, I’ll come, because fuck, it’s been a long time. But I’ll still be hard for you, and I’ll fuck you until you cry.”
I couldn’t clench my thighs any more. They were locked tight.
“Unless you have something else in mind, Pretty?”
I’d never been this hot. It felt like a summer afternoon with one hundred percent humidity. It was so suffocating, I could barely breathe. I actually felt the sweat on the back of my neck and knew my hair had started to absorb it. Whenever my fingers traveled underneath my panties, that was the fantasy that came into my mind. Even after a date dropped me off, my thoughts turned to Axel, the man I wished were still mine. The only difference was, in my fantasies, he made me come with his mouth before he shoved that big dick inside me.
He continued to stare at me, as if he expected me to say something to that.
“I do.”
He’d been spinning the stem of his glass, but he stopped when he heard what I said.
“If you get to come quick, then so do I…”
He stared at me, all the veins in his neck popping.
“And I want to come against your mouth.”
He spoke under his breath so quietly I hardly heard what he said. “Fuck this.” He raised his hand and made a gesture to the waiter. “Get me the check.”
The second our feet hit the top of the stairs, he lifted me from the floor and had me straddle his hips, his big hands cupping my ass cheeks as they poked out of my rising dress. He kissed me as he squeezed me and carried me at the same time, giving me his tongue right away.
He carried me into the bedroom and kicked the door shut behind us. He could do it all at once, grope my ass, stick his tongue down my throat, and bring me to the bedroom where he would fuck me like he promised.