Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
She moaned against my mouth, and I nipped at her bottom lip. “Are you going to cum for me again, baby?”
“Oh.”
“I won't stop until you do.”
“Oh.”
I kept pumping into her, pushing further and further until there was nothing left for either of us to give. “I'll fuck you all over this damn kitchen—”
“Oh my God!!” Her body tensed up and her pussy clenched my cock.
“Mmmhmm.”
Her breasts bounced.
My balls rocked.
Sweat trickled down my face as I clenched my ass together, adding to the force of my strokes, and fucking her into that damn fridge. Clinking sounded from inside it. Surely within, contents were falling all over the shelves.
And her body spasmed as she came hard once again in that kitchen, riding me with a searing intensity.
I had to grit through the pleasure and make sure I didn't cum with her.
Wait. Goddamn it. Let her finish. Fuck. Let her. . .
The intensity grew and, my own powerful climax surged through me. “Oh FUCK!”
My body reached new heights of ecstasy. Thick streams of cum erupted, dousing her pussy with me and dripping down her thighs.
We were both breathing heavily, panting like two wild horses after a long race.
I'll never let her go.
We panted together.
She's my everything.
Chapter 22
Counting Orgasms
Outside, more snow fell onto Paradise City.
Inside, we sat up together, naked and in her bed. The soft glow of the bedside lamp bathed us in warm, soothing light.
I sliced off a piece of succulent steak and ate it. “Mmmm.”
Zuri chuckled.
Savoring the rich taste, I swallowed. “What's so funny?”
“You look like you're about to cum.”
“That's because I am about to cum.” I cut another piece off and fed it to her. “I've always told you that you should open up a restaurant.”
She parted those full lips and slipped her tongue out. I almost sucked it, but instead placed the piece in her mouth.
She nibbled it and looked at me.
I watched her, licking my lips.
She smirked. “I cooked the food for you, Dante.”
“But you'll need your energy for Round Two.”
“For me, it will actually be Round Three.”
“Because you're counting by orgasms, while I'm counting by sessions.”
“What other way should one count, Dante? Orgasms are important.”
“Sessions are important too.” With a playful grin, I speared a forkful of the golden, crispy potatoes and extended it towards her. “Back to your new restaurant.”
“You mean our new restaurant.” Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she leaned forward, accepting the bite from my fork.
“How about Carmen's?”
She mumbled through eating. “Good name.”
“There would be tea.”
“Of course.”
“And lots of cake.”
She swallowed and chuckled. “Can't forget the cake.”
“Absolutely not.” I finished the rest of the broccoli and placed the empty plate on the nightstand.
The comfort of the meal, combined with the gentle teasing and laughter, brought a sense of normalcy back to my life. One that I had greatly missed these past five years.
I lay down and tenderly pulled her over to me. “Come here.”
Chuckling, she rested her head on my chest. “Now this is a proper Christmas Eve.”
I checked the time. “Almost 2am. I guess it is Christmas Eve.”
“It sure is.”
I sank into the warm sheets and wrapped my huge arms around her. “What sort of cuisine will we have at Carmen's?”
“How about a Soul Food-Italian fusion?”
“I love that idea.”
“We would still need a chef. While I like to cook, I'm not doing it all the time.”
“I agree. We can own the spot, but not do any work.”
“That sounds like a plan.”
“Where would it be? Shadow Heights or Paradise City?”
“Awww. Paradise City would involve a lot of Diamond Syndicate meetings.”
“Why?”
She yawned. “Although the property would be separate from Marcelo, some of the other leaders would see it as being connected to Rowe Street Mob which means that the restaurant could only be in the South.”
I frowned. “And if it is in the South?”
“Then, we would pay an extra tax to Rowe Street Mob. Granted, Marcelo probably wouldn't charge me.”
I tensed. “I don't want him involved. They are already too infatuated with you.”
Zuri raised her head and scowled. “It's not like that.”
“Not romantic, but they do love you for all the money you make them.”
“Exactly. It's just money.”
“But what you don’t understand about men, Zuri, especially dangerous men, our cocks get hard over money too.”
“I understand dangerous men more than you know.” She snuggled against my chest.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes. I happen to have a very dangerous man in my bed.”
“Awww. Well. . .those days may be over.” I closed my eyes and relished the softness of the pillow. “I'm turning over my gun for entrepreneurship. You'll see. Carmen's. I guess it will be in Shadow Heights.”
She snorted.
I opened my eyes. “What?”
“You're turning over your gun?”
“You don't think I can?”
“I think you would try for me, for Carmen, but you would be bored to death.”
Hmmm.
I gazed at her. “You know me well?”
“I do.”
“Viper Mob offered me a job.”