Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 60(@200wpm)___ 48(@250wpm)___ 40(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 60(@200wpm)___ 48(@250wpm)___ 40(@300wpm)
“It’s too early to be good,” I mumble. I’m not a morning person.
“Let me make things better.” He rolls me over onto my back and scoots down my body. After gently spreading my legs, he looks into my eyes and smirks. “How sore are you on a scale of one to ten?”
“Eleven thousand and twenty-four,” I groan.
He gently spreads my pussy lips and winces. “Damn. I worked you hard last night.” Then he leans forward and runs his tongue softly along my sore opening.
The slight discomfort instantly begins to fade and turns into intense pleasure when he sucks my clit between his lips. By the time he finishes with me, I forget all about my dislike of mornings and become a fan of waking up in Wild’s bed.
WILD
What the hell happened to the hardass who roared into Ms. Southern Magazine ready to spit fire and teach a few people some lessons all those months ago? Jenna Summers came along and showed me what living really means.
She wrapped me around her little pinky and turned me into a Frenchie-loving pushover. I spend all my free time with my girl and our two furballs, and I’ve never been happier.
Dillon teases me that he’s scared whatever I have is contagious. When I told him finding the right girl will do the same thing to him, my commitment-phobic friend looked absolutely terrified at the prospect. He’ll have to figure out for himself that it’s not scary at all. Maybe I’ll introduce him to one of the Cuties and let nature take its course.
Frank and Belle are staying with my parents for the weekend while I take Jenna to Los Angeles. We’ve both been working extra hours over the last few weeks and have had very little time to spend together. I need these three days alone with my girl.
There’s a ring hidden in my suitcase that I’ve been keeping for the right moment. I don’t plan on leaving LA without slipping it on her finger. My back-up plan is the pair of handcuffs I placed in my shaving case as I was rushing out the door. One way or another, I will tie Jenna Summers to me before we board Temptation, Inc.’s private jet to return home.
“Be good for Grandma and Grandpa,” Jenna coos at Belle, and I roll my eyes. Yes, my parents are dog grandparents.
“Son, you’re so fucked,” my dad leans over to whisper as we watch my mother hold out a treat to Belle. “You’ve woken up her grandmotherly instincts with these cute little pets. Ms. Milly expects a grandchild soon.” The threat should send me running for the hills, but I’m so far gone for my girl that the thought of having children with her is exciting.
He raises an eyebrow when I shrug. “We’ll have to work on that.”
It’s a private fucking plane, but bad weather delays our flight for over six hours. As we sit in the back of the jet, I debate whether or not it will offend the one flight attendant if I drag Jenna to the bathroom to join the mile-high club.
The nasty weather makes the decision for me when we hit turbulence and the small plane bounces up and down for twenty minutes straight. I’d never take any chances with Jenna’s safety.
Sitting next to my girl for four hours and smelling her sweet scent without being able to do more than hold her hand makes my cock pulse incessantly behind my zipper. By the time we arrive at the hotel, I’m ready to crawl out of my skin. I walk up to the counter and growl my name, causing the hotel receptionist to lift her head and give me a confused look.
She blinks and smiles while looking between Jenna and me. “Hi, welcome to The Beverly Wilshire. Do you have a reservation?” After pulling myself together, I get us checked in, and we’re headed up to our room within moments.
We step onto the elevator, and Jenna’s nail bites into my hand. I glance at my girl and see the heat reflected in her eyes and realize the flight affected her, too. I give her hand a reassuring squeeze and whisper in her ear, “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of your hungry pussy soon.”
As a blush moves over the bellboy’s face, I wonder how much of my promise he overheard. He unloads our luggage and leaves the room hastily, and I forget him the minute the door clicks closed. My ravenous cock demands that I throw her down on the bed, but I take a few deep breaths to bring myself under control.
Squeezing my eyes closed, I count to ten. I’m seconds away from losing my mind. I jump when her soft hand runs down my chest. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” She unbuttons my shirt and kisses the exposed skin.