Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
“Nico.” Journey, fuck, she’s full of desire judging by the tone of her voice to her aching body. The fabric of her top gives me and anyone who walks inside my house the indication that she’s ready for us to be alone.
“Later. I’ll hit the alarm on the way out. If you need me, I’ll be in the guest house.” My eyes aren’t on him, though. They’re on the green-eyed beauty who can weaken me with just one look. My hand is still locked on her hip, her lips plump and ready to be wrapped around my cock.
“Thanks.” The second Enzo drops the bags to the ground, hits the alarm button, and walks out the door, I’m on the prowl, backing her up until she’s against the bar in the kitchen, knowing I need one taste of her to hold me over until I can get her in my bed, naked, hands bound above her head, begging me to make her come.
“Kiss me, please,” she begs after the door shuts. My lips seal hers, tongue lashing out against her lower one the second she moans, allowing me entrance. Both of my hands hold Journey’s neck, moving us so her back is against the wall. I hate she’s wearing any clothes, reminding me of the way she teased me earlier today about not wearing anything except a trench coat. I almost hoped she would. A few movements of our bodies, the head of my cock could be at her entrance, and I could be slamming inside her.
Journey’s hands move down from their place against my chest, sliding beneath the waistband. Soft hands find my length, squeezing it tightly in her grasp, exactly how I like it. “I want to taste you, please, Nico,” she begs, breaking away from my lips.
“Not this time. You want to wrap those cherry-red lips of yours around my cock, you’ll do it while your pussy is on my face, letting me taste you while you do the same.” Her green eyes shine brighter than their usual hue and are laced with desire. I knew that thought alone would have her ready to come. I can see her nipples pebble against the green tank top, the painted-on jeans hugging her curves, watching her legs rub against one another.
“Whatever we do, it needs to happen soon,” she tells me. It’s then I notice she’s as worked up as I am. I might not be able to see the wetness I’m sure is coating the lips of her pussy.
“Bedroom, now.” My hands grip her hips, picking her up off the ground, shoes falling from her feet as she wraps her thighs around my waist. I’m cursing myself for not getting rid of our clothing before feeling Journey’s hot center rubbing against my lower stomach, hitting my cock with each step of the stairs. The feel of her lips on my neck, the tiny nibble she takes with every soothing lash of that sweet little tongue, it’s only making the need building inside me that much deeper.
“I’d be upset about not getting the grand tour along with our talk if you hadn’t used this to sway my intentions.” She lowers her hips, notching my cock right where she needs it, rocking on it. I almost stutter in my steps along the staircase but somehow manage to keep us from falling.
“You’ll get it all, but first, you have a face to sit on, and I have a pussy to eat.” We round the corner to my bedroom just in time. The way her thighs clench around me, I know it’s only a matter of time until she comes from rubbing herself along my cock.
TWELVE
Journey
“Strip,” Nico demands, placing me on my feet on the side of the bed, his eyes on me as he takes off the athletic shorts he’s wearing. They aren’t the usual ones you see most men wearing, shorter in length, nothing that goes beneath his knees. These hit mid-thigh, and whether Nico knows it or not, they show off his corded muscles. I pull the tank top over my head, breasts bouncing because this top has a lightly-padded built-in shelf bra, before moving to the button of my jeans. I quickly shimmy out of them after watching Nico take his length in hand. He's thick even for his hands, which aren’t small in size at all. I watch as he strokes himself. Seeing what I do to him, it’s a heady feeling.
Absolutely nothing could take my gaze away from his, not the beautiful Nevada skyline with the panoramic doors leading to a balcony I clocked when coming in or the light beige walls and bright furnishings, which shocked me after seeing what I now know was his rental, light to the dark, and I have to say I like this style much better. There’s a dark wrought-iron canopy-style bed minus the flowing material some would have attached in the corners, and bedding that looks as luxurious as I know it will feel, cream in color with pillows that definitely have his mom and sister written all over it. No man in his right mind would have more than four pillows placed at the head of the bed, which is neatly made I’m sure by a daily cleaning service.