Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 174749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
“I don’t think it entitles me to anything,” I say to her and she looks at me with curiosity. Where am I taking this, she’s probably wondering. “But I know you’re still wondering what it would be like if I fucked you.”
If I’d gotten up and whipped out my 12-inch cock and waved it around, Ashley wouldn’t be any more surprised it seems like.
“That’s what I’m wondering?” she asks me, her eyes wide.
I nod my head. “Since you got on your way over here. You’re also wondering about these tattoos you can faintly see underneath my shirt the way your eyes are moving.”
Ashley takes a sip of her martini and leans closer on the table toward me.
“What else am I thinking?” she asks, this time into a bit more of a smile. “I’m curious because you seem to know so much better than I do.”
“You’re thinking if my apartment is only a block away, how you can legitimately end up giving me an opportunity to ask you to come up,” I reply back to her, not breaking her stare.
“So you can fuck me?” she asks, pretending to make sure.
“So you can cum till you pass the fuck out,” I clarify for her.
“That good?” she asks back with an arched eyebrow.
“Even better,” I parry back to her.
She pauses for a moment. “So didn’t you just give me the opportunity to legitimately give you the chance to ask me to go to your apartment?” Ashley asks with a twinkle. “When you brought up the whole fact of bringing it up, can’t I take it?”
I smile. This was fucking easy I think to myself as I beckon the waiter and get up. But unlike most girls, this one knows what she’s doing. She might end up being quite a bit of fun.
We’ll see. Like I told her—and you—my apartment is literally a block away.
She gets out of her chair.
“Are you taking me up on my legitimate chance?” she asks with amusement. “Are we going to your apartment?”
“I figured I’d show you around,” I tell her. I know what I’m doing. I’m the one in control, remember?
“Then maybe I should do this,” she says and takes two steps over.
She reaches over and grabs my head with both hands and pulls my mouth close to hers. In a moment, I’m kissing her. Our lips part and our tongues meet as our eyes close. She massages her tongue gently over mine and I’m in heaven.
Before I know it, she’s pulled back.
“I’ll meet you outside,” she says and turns around. I watch her hips sway and her ass cheeks flex as she walks out.
Every eye in the restaurant is on me. I literally have no idea what to fucking do.
But I do know one thing though.
I’m a fucking idiot if I ever thought I was in control with this woman.
I can’t wait to find out what happens next.
ASHLEY
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ne57. I never thought I’d actually step foot into one of the most exclusive condominiums in the world. But here I am, riding in One57’s elevator, arm in arm with a drop-dead gorgeous man, Arsen Hawke. The place looks amazing, but to tell you the truth, I don’t pay much attention to it. By the time he opens the door to his apartment, there’s only one thing dominating my mind: sex. There’s something about him that tells me I’m in for quite a ride …
I step inside his apartment, and the moment I hear the door closing behind us I’m on him. I turn on my heels and press my mouth against his. Our lips touch and my soul starts to boil. It’s all it takes really—one taste of the Devil’s lips and I know I’m damned. Whatever he wants to do to me, I’m his.
I part my lips slightly, my tongue reaching for his and dancing in slow soft circles around it. His hands are on my waist, his long fingers firmly planted on my hips. We kiss in abandonment, my fingers running through his hair and disheveling it as my heart beats faster and faster. I let my hands fall down to the side of his face and I trace the hard lines of his jaw, the warmness on his skin calling to me.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he suddenly says, taking one hand to my neck and yanking on my hair, forcing my head back. I open my eyes, locking them on his, and I stop breathing for a whole second as he continues. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t even know your name when we’re done.”
Each word that leaves his lips is like opium, traveling from my ears to my brain and drowning it in numbness. I try to think of an appropriate response, but all I can do is mouth an anxious “yes.” He takes one step forward, pushing me back and pinning me against the wall. My heart is drumming so hard I half-expect it to claw its way out of my chest anytime now.