Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23956 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23956 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Her eyes go wide, but something heated flares inside.
“Of course I want to be with you, Damon,” she breathes. “Now, more than anything.”
With that, I take her hand before guiding her to a lavish elevator bank gilded in gold.
“Good, sweetheart,” I say with a devilish grin. “Because, as you say, the shenanigans are about to begin.”
And her delighted smile is the only answer that I need.
6
Damon
I open the door to our hotel suite, gesturing for Rose to lead the way. She steps inside and gasps. I understand why. This suite is enormous, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city as well as modern, white leather furniture scattered about. There’s a glass tabletop adorned with a huge bouquet of matching white lilies, and a door that leads to a bedroom.
Rose spins around, hardly believing her eyes.
“My goodness!” she exclaims. “This is bigger than my apartment.”
I chuckle while taking off my blazer and draping it over a chair back.
“I think it’s bigger than most New York City apartments,” is my rueful reply. “This suite alone is two thousand square feet.”
“Two thousand?” she squeals. “Oh my god, I think my place is three hundred at the most.”
But this isn’t the time to discuss real estate. Instead, my eyes are locked on that curvy body. Rose’s décolletage has been slipping lower and lower over the course of the night, the shadow between her breasts deepening. As a professional, Rose knows exactly where my eyes are at and smiles saucily. Then she shifts her arms a bit, and oh shit, but one big breast pops out of the top of her dress.
“Oops!” she cries with pretend surprise in her eyes. “Did that really happen?”
But she makes no move to cover herself, and in a moment, I’m in front of her, dipping my head to lick over her nipple.
“Oh Mr. Pratt,” she sighs, leaning her head back with pleasure. “Mmm, that feels good!”
I suckle deeply, running my tongue around her hard tip while nudging her backwards. My lips stay latched to the pink crest until I feel her torso hits the back wall.
“Oof!” she exclaims. “Mmmmm!”
Once she’s securely pinned between my body and the wall, my tongue begins to find its way up her neck, eventually locating and tracing her delicate collar bone. She must be sensitive here as her body begins to squirm against mine.
“Does that feel good, babe?” I ask between rough kisses across the top of her chest.
“No one’s lips have ever felt so good against my skin. You’re sending tingles right down my spine,” she manages in a breathy voice.
“Good,” I growl. “But I’m hoping to send tingles through another part of you as well.” She gasps as I shimmy up the bottom of her dress until it’s level with her hips. Slipping my hand up and over her ass, I press my hand firmly into her back forcing her lower body tightly against mine. My erect cock presses my suit pants against her silky black panties as I pass my tongue between her breasts again. Even through the fabric, I can tell she’s moist and steamy.
“Oooh!” she cries. “Yes, like that, Mr. Pratt.”
Rose quickly begins to undo my tie, leaving it draped over my shoulders. She rips my dress shirt open, causing one of the buttons to snap off and go flying across the room. I kiss her, but she only allows a short embrace, pulling her head away before reaching down to undo my pants. She wants me bad, and isn’t going to wait.
“You’re gorgeous, Rose,” I rasp as she pulls my zipper down, allowing my bulge to emerge between the splayed pieces of fabric.
“Thank you, but oh shit, it’s big,” she gasps, her eyes going wide. But like a professional, she doesn’t stay fazed for long. “I want you Damon, I want you to fuck me,” she moans, breathing heavily. She pushes my trousers down to about mid-thigh, but I stop her before she gets any further.
“No. Not yet,” I command while pressing her back into the wall again. Then, I reach between our bodies and pass two fingers beneath her silky black panties to caress her sopping slit. Damn, she’s so wet that juices coat my palm immediately.
“Damon,” she purrs throatily, already beginning to wriggle and grind. “Oooh!”
Slowly, I slide two fingers into that wet hole, enjoying the clench of her cunt.
“Fuck you’re tight,” I growl. “My cock is going to feel amazing inside of you.”
But Rose is unable to reply. As I slide my hand in and out of that tiny tunnel, her eyes close and she begins to whimper. I scissor my two fingers apart, holding her sweet cavity open wide even as it throbs against me trying to clasp itself closed.
“Do you want more, baby?” I rasp. But Rose is no shy pansy. Instead of answering, she grabs either side of the tie still draped around my neck and violently pulls me into her. I land hard, and in retribution, I jam a third finger into her hole while shoving my tongue into her mouth, mimicking the rhythm of my digits bouncing in and out of her wet pussy.