Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
I thrust my tongue past her lips as I drove in and out of her heat. I closed my eyes, soaking in the sensation of wave after wave of pleasure that washed over me. I groaned against her lips as my climax began to escalate.
I eased back and thrust into her again, drawing the desired scream to escape past our kiss. She arched against me, tilting her hips up as I pressed deeper and harder.
When Corrine screamed out my name, her muscles pulsating around my cock, it was all I needed to pump my release deep within her.
I allowed the sounds of her passion to push me over the edge. I allowed the sensations of satisfaction, strength, and love, to wash over me.
We slept, we caressed, we kissed, we made love again, and then we slept once more. It was a broken record repeating, and I never planned to fix it.
When I woke up, I saw the glass slider open and Corrine standing naked, overlooking the fountain outside.
My lower body seized with a deep longing to have her again. Corrine’s long hair blanketed down her naked back, almost reaching her luscious backside. The delicate curve of her bottom made me hungry for more.
I wanted her now.
I walked to the balcony to join her. Taking a quick moment to adjust to the chill of the morning air, I moved to where she stood.
Wrapping my arms around her body, I murmured against her cool neck, “I woke up and you were gone. Don’t leave me again.”
She turned her head to look over her shoulder, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “And if I do?” she teased as she pressed her bottom to my hardness.
I slid my hands around her waist and pulled her tighter against me. She didn’t resist, but instead, positioned her body so that her ass rested against my lengthening desire.
“I would have to punish you,” I said with a nip to her ear. “And I would love every second of it.”
Corrine released a soft moan, tilting her head back in sweet surrender. She pressed her ass even closer, allowing the tip of my erection to enter past her tiny back hole. Not all the way, but enough to feel the tight heat of her taboo channel. I splayed my hands across her bare mound and toyed with her clit, swirling my fingertip in circles the way I knew she loved. I was beginning to understand every inch of Corrine’s body and had mastered the skill of causing her body to hum.
I was a good student, determined to study hard.
“Then I’ll just have to accept my punishment like a good girl,” she replied, sighing contentedly.
With the tip of my penis still teasing her entrance, I growled, “Maybe taking you here is exactly the punishment you deserve.”
I twirled her to face me, my hands hugging the roundness of her behind. Inhaling deeply, intoxicated by her scent, I moaned.
I slipped a finger under her chin and tipped her face up to me. My lips met hers. They were smooth and soft, cool from her morning outing to the deck. I couldn’t help pressing forward, driving my ready cock against her heat.
The kiss was much like the ones we had shared, yet there was something different about it. There was a new hunger, a new want. When my arms slipped around her waist, my finger sliding into the crevice of her behind, there was no tension or tightening from her. Every inch closer my finger got to her puckered hole, her body seemed to soften against mine. With a hungry press of my fingertip into her tightness, her full submission was obvious. This vixen hungered for this, and I needed to make sure she never hungered again.
As I guided her back inside the room so we could explore a new step in our relationship, the doorbell rang.
We both froze. It was early in the morning, so an unexpected guest seemed even more unlikely at this hour.
“Someone’s at the door,” Corrine whispered, her voice laced in panic.
“Ignore it,” I said, feeling my stomach drop.
I had no idea who it could be. I glanced at the clock on the bedside table and saw it wasn’t quite 6:00 a.m. yet. There was no way it could be Shelly even if she hadn’t taken my calling it off seriously. It was too early.
The doorbell rang again, followed by a pounding on the door.
I reached for my sweats quickly and pulled them on. I then reached for my shirt as I really didn’t feel like opening the door bare-chested. Corrine had reached for her own shirt and sweats and was getting dressed as quickly as she could.
“Just stay here,” I said. “I’ll go check it out.”
When I approached the door and looked out the peephole, I didn’t recognize the woman on the other side. It wasn’t someone I knew. It didn’t appear to be law enforcement or anything in the emergency nature. Wrong place possibly?