Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
And do I stop eating said pussy, which is making me delusional?
No. That answer is no.
Her hand slides down to my hair. She grips it and takes control.
Fuck.
Her legs spread a little wider, and I move my hand between her legs and slip one finger straight into her. Her hips start moving faster, and I add another finger. Her hips don’t slow down as she rides my face.
Soon, both her hands are in my hair, pulling me in whichever direction she wants me.
I let her.
Because this is all about her.
I knew I would love the taste of her.
But fuck.
I’m eating her pussy like it’s my last meal.
And I’m already thinking about when I can have it again.
I’m royally fucked.
As soon as she comes, her hands tighten in my hair. She lets out a scream and closes her legs, telling me to stop, as she pushes my head away. When I sit up, I wipe my mouth, and find her trying to catch her breath, her chest heaving up and down.
“My turn,” I say. She smiles lazily and shakes her head.
“No, I think it’s time I leave.”
My hand falls to my cock, and her eyes follow. I start to stroke it as she gets off the bed, not taking her eyes off me.
I grip my cock harder as she opens her mouth just a little bit before she shakes her head and meets my eyes.
“You don’t want to sit on it?” I ask. She shakes her head, but her gaze drifts back to my cock. “Bounce on it, perhaps?” She moves to where I stand at the end of the bed, and I turn so I’m facing her. Her eyes lock on me as she smiles, and I feel her covering my hand with her own. I move my hand slightly so she can touch me. At the feel of her soft palm on my dick, I lean in to kiss her, but she pulls back.
“This was fun,” she says as I try to kiss her again. But she leans away, still stroking me. “But it has to end. Thanks for the orgasms. I think I’ll sleep well tonight.” She releases my cock and smiles before finding her clothes and quickly dressing. I watch as she collects her jacket and goes straight to the door. When she pulls it open, room service is standing there with a bottle of champagne, and her eyes go wide, but she doesn’t bother shutting the door as she turns back to me.
“I’ll expect a plane tomorrow afternoon.” She plucks the bottle of the champagne out of the shocked hotel employee’s hand.
“It’s a date,” I call out after her, and she flips me off, leaving the door open—and the hotel employee still staring at me in shock—as she walks away.
CHAPTER 23
Alina
My phone has been ringing all morning, and every time I look at it, I see his name.
I let it ring.
I don’t plan to get up early. I did tell him this afternoon after all. I might have purposefully left out the information that I won’t be at the shop today. Since the tilers are starting their work, it means no one but them can be on-site until they’re done. Of course, I’m a call away, as I focus on other aspects of the job, but he doesn’t need to know that.
Part of me is somewhat curious as to how long it will take for him to realize I haven’t left the hotel yet. I do plan on checking out later today before I meet with Honey to get the keys to her apartment.
When my phone rings again, I don’t even bother checking who’s calling before I answer, as I’m online shopping for certain fixtures I’m going to need.
“I told you the afternoon!” I yell into the phone.
“Alina?” my mother gasps on the other end of the line.
“Shit, sorry, Mom. I thought it was someone else.”
“Who got you so mad?” she asks.
“A man.” I laugh, adjusting how I’m sitting in bed and moving my laptop to the side.
“Well, I hope he does other things than just make you mad.” I smile as I think of the other things he can do… with his mouth and hands and cock, and how very gifted he is with said body parts.
I dreamed of him and what we did.
A part of me wants to do it again. He is by far the best in bed I have ever had.
Maybe his cockiness is actually earned.
I believe so.
But I’ve been with cocky assholes before, and their game in the bedroom consisted of doggie style, nothing else.
I guess that made them feel macho.
Whatever.
“How is New York? Are you having fun? You’re due to head back to London soon, yes? Do you think you can stop here to see me?”
So many questions.
“Well, I’m staying here longer than originally planned. As of now, I think it should only take me about eight weeks, but I don’t think I’ll be free to leave for more than a few hours at the moment. I could try to fly you here, if you think you’re able?”