Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 78915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“Is that so?” It is the only thing I can muster up to say, putting my hands in my pockets before I throat punch him accidentally.
“It is so,” Becca says right before the bartender sets two glasses of wine on the bar. “Thank you so much. If you gentlemen will excuse me, Layla looks like she needs a drink.”
“Let me help you.” I grab a glass from her, and she just looks at me. “Lead the way.”
She walks past me, and I smell her soft citrus smell, and my cock stirs for her. “Here you are,” Becca says, handing the glass to Layla.
“Thank you,” she says, and they click glasses. I put my hands in my pockets before I reach out for her. It’s not the time for me to do anything rash.
“There you are,” Lizzie says, coming to me. She looks at everyone and says hello. “Hello, everyone. It’s time for pictures.”
“It’s my favorite time of the night,” Manning says, and I laugh at him as he follows Lizzie. I look over at Becca, who just looks at me as I follow Lizzie.
I walk over to where Lizzie is, and my eyes fly back to see Becca chatting with the girls. Her head goes back as she laughs. I look forward again, but I’m aware of where she is every single minute that we are doing pictures.
There are waiters that go up to her, and she smiles at them, and they are all under her spell, and she has no idea. Her hair is to one side, leaving her neck out and open for me to bite it. I pose for a picture, my eyes always roaming the room to see her walking around.
When the photographer says he has everything he needs, I look around the room again. This time I see her asking the waitress something, and I see her pointing at the darkened hall. I walk behind her without her knowing, and I grab her by the hips right before she is about to go into the bathroom. She shrieks out. “You are driving me crazy,” I bend and whisper in her ear, and she turns around.
“I haven’t even done anything.” She looks up at me. I look from right to left, seeing a brown door. I grab her hand, opening the door and seeing it’s a maintenance closet. Pulling her in behind me and turning so I can close the door behind her, I push her against the door.
“Do you know that red is a color for sex?” My hands go to her face. “I missed you,” I admit.
“Is that so?” She smirks, my mouth coming closer to hers. “I missed you, too,” she admits to me right before our mouths meet. She arches her back into me, and my cock stirs to life. She moves her hands from her sides to my hips, then down to cup my cock. We swallow each other’s moans.
“Fuck,” I say, leaving her lips and sucking on her neck. She raises her leg over my hip, pressing her pussy to my cock. “We can’t do this here.” I move from one side of her neck to the other. My hands go up to her ass and bunch the skirt into my fists.
“You’re right.” Her voice comes out in almost a pant. “We can’t do this.” She moves her hand up and down on my cock. I feel her hands on the zipper. “We should get out there,” she says, moving her hand into my pants. Her hand creeps to the elastic of my boxers, and just like that, her soft smooth hand is holding my cock.
“I have to get inside you.” My hands move to her skirt and pull it up until it’s around her waist. Her hands go to my belt as she unclips it at the same time I push her thong to the side and slide two fingers into her. “Too long.” I say the only thing that comes to my head.
She pushes the pants over my hips as my cock springs free. “This isn’t how I wanted to do this,” I say, reaching into my back pocket and pulling out a condom. I look at her through the dark, her eyes closed as she moves her hips with my fingers.
“More.” Her hand moves in sync with my fingers.
“I wanted you spread out for me.” I push her hands away from my cock as I roll the condom down over my cock. I have a moment of what the fuck am I doing going through my head. But it’s only for a split second because the need to have her is bigger than any doubt that I have right now. I pick her leg up over my arm, opening her as wide as she can go, replacing my fingers with my cock. Both of us moaning when I slide all the way in. “We don’t have time.” I thrust into her as hard as I can, and she moans out louder. “Shhh,” I say, my thrusts coming harder and shorter.