Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
“Everything okay, boss?” Bobby taps on the doorframe as he sets Courtney’s luggage down on the floor.
“We’re good, thanks, Bobby.” I force myself to look at Courtney’s face as her big golden eyes stare at the broken phone, then me.
“Okay, I’ll be back in the morning.” He hesitates in the doorway, not that I blame him. My vibe has gone from dark to full-on black.
“Nah, take tomorrow off.” My eyes never leave hers as her chest rises and falls in a fast pant.
Bobby clears his throat. “Okay, if you need anything…” His voice trails off as he turns and leaves, and I crack open the bottle of Jack.
“Come here,” I demand, now that we’re alone, the sound of the front door closing and Courtney’s slight wheeze coming out of her lips is the only sound going through my house. She looks at the phone again, then back at me. “Waiting is not my strong suit, darlin’,” I state as I bring the spicy whiskey to my lips and take a deep swig, watching her hesitate, then slowly move toward me, her heeled boots clicking on my wood floors.
“Crawl,” I command, because being out of control is not something I’m used to, and all this shit that’s happening is nothing but that, but this…her.
That I can control.
“What?” she snaps, her voice echoing around my main room as I bring the bottle to my lips again, eyes narrowing on hers as I wait.
“I don’t understand.” She tosses her hair behind her shoulders and starts to walk toward me, and I swallow down the liquor and set the bottle on the glass table with a thud.
“Then let me explain, my love.” My tone makes her stop.
“I like things a certain way.” Watching her face, I take notice that her checks are flushed, her lips look like ripe berries, but her beauty does nothing for me right now.
I want her trust.
“I’m not one who labels things, but let’s just say I’m not in the mood to be argued with.” My voice a caress.
“Strip,” I demand, as her eyes narrow, and she bites her bottom lip, but she obeys. In one easy pull the dress is off, sliding to the floor.
Fuck, she’s exquisite. Like a siren, sent to put a spell on me, only she did that the first second I saw her.
“Bra and panties. Leave the boots on.” My nostrils flare because I can smell her vanilla scent. Christ, my cock is hard, almost painful, as it strains against my jeans while I watch her graceful moves. The way her hands glide over her flat stomach, then slips her panties off, and then steps out of them.
She arches her back slightly to unsnap her lacy bra, her full tits and hard nipples almost beckoning me to bite and suck on them.
But not yet.
“Now, kneel,” I command, power surges through me as she gracefully gets on her knees.
“Good girl. Now crawl to me.” I’m wound up too tight. I need this, she needs this.
Courtney looks up, her eyes hold mine and fuck me, everything I’ll ever want, or need, is in her gaze. And suddenly my heart feels like it’s so tight that beating is even a struggle.
She reaches down, placing one hand, then two on the ground, and like a slick cat, she makes her way toward me.
“Fuck, that’s it, baby.” Unzipping my jeans, I take my cock out, watching her beautiful ass and arched back as she makes her way toward me. Her eyes are locked on mine as she stops in front of me and sits back and my hand caresses her cheek, because have I ever wanted anything more?
“Now breathe through your nose.” Wrapping my hand at the base of her hair, I shove my cock down her throat just as she opens and relaxes her throat. Pleasure zings through me as I watch her start to blow me.
She’s gagging, and sucking, saliva is dripping out of her mouth and onto her breasts, and I know that this is how I want her always.
Dream Girl.
“Yeah, that’s it, suck the cum out of my cock.” My balls tighten as I hiss in and out, not wanting it to end.
“Jesus.” I pull her head off with a loud pop, and jerk my cock, hard.
“Open your mouth,” I demand, then let go, fucking soar as I brand her mouth, tits, face over and over again with my cum and she takes it, her eyes alive and connected.
The monster inside me is hardly sated, though. “Stand up.” Courtney obeys, and if I live to be a hundred, I’ll never forget the way she looks right now.
Lips red and puffy from gagging and sucking on my cock, coated in my cum.
I take her hand and walk us toward the stairs, the outdoor lighting guiding us from the light into my dark second floor as I kick open the door to my bedroom, then lift her up and dump her on my bed.