Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
He reached down and grabbed my thigh, opening me up further. Then, with one hard thrust, he slammed into me, causing me to cry out. He let go of my thigh and wrapped his strong, thick fingers around my throat as his hips pumped into me.
“That’s a good girl. Taking my dick, letting me fuck you hard,” he praised.
I arched my back, needy, wanting more of his twisted dirty talk while he stretched me. “AH!”
His cock jerked inside of me while my vaginal walls clamped down on him.
“Fuck, pretty baby. That’s incredible,” he swore, then began to piston his hips faster. Driving into me like a man possessed. His eyes went dark and his expression savage. “My fucking pussy,” he snarled. “Spread those legs wider. Take me deep. Needy little cunt.”
I was going to come. His dirty talk and that look in his eyes were too much.
“I can hear your soaking wet pussy. Coating my dick. You want me to fuck you hard, don’t you? I told you to be a good girl, but you’re naughty.” He was breathing hard. The veins on his neck stood out. His hand tightened on my throat. “But you’re just a horny slut for Daddy.”
My body clenched up, then burst free with extreme satisfaction as my release hit.
“FUCK! FUCK!” Garrett roared as he pounded into me, and then his entire body went rigid as the warmth from his release filled me.
His hand left my throat, and he fell down onto his elbows. He hung his head over my shoulder as he gasped for air. I ran my hands up his sides, smiling as my body still hummed.
“I love you,” he said, then pressed a kiss to my cheek.
“I love you,” I replied, happy. Content.
We stayed that way for a few moments while our heart rates slowed. When Garrett sat up enough to pull out of me, I pouted up at him.
“Don’t look at me like that. I’ll keep you in bed all day, fucking us both to death. And I have our day planned out.”
As much as I wanted to stay in bed, attempting to fuck ourselves to death, I also wanted to see more of Paris. Experience whatever plans he had for us.
“Okay. If you insist,” I teased.
The way he stared down at me, as if I was the most important thing in his life, made my heart flutter.
“It’s our last full day in Paris. I want it to be the most memorable.”
That sounded promising.
“You sold me. Let’s get up.”
He chuckled as he climbed off me and got out of bed. I sat up and watched his naked ass walk to the bathroom. I wanted to bite it. The cheeks were so hard and flexed when he walked. It made me want to sink my teeth into one of those perfect, sculpted cheeks.
“What are you still doing in bed?” he called out from the bathroom.
“Thinking about how much I want to bite your ass,” I replied.
He filled the doorway almost immediately. The warning look in his eyes made me laugh. “Get out of bed and stop talking with that filthy mouth. We have plans, dammit.”
I sighed dramatically and tossed the covers off before swinging around and putting my feet on the ground. We could play later. He had things for us to do, and I wanted to do them.
The day was a whirlwind. We went shopping some more, although I protested that he’d already bought me too much. He said I needed something for tonight, so I caved and let him have his fun. We ate on the roof of a restaurant that he’d rented out so we were the only ones out there. We could see all the sights, and the weather was clear and felt perfect. After lunch, he took me on a private yacht along the Seine River. Then, we went back to the apartment to get ready for the opera. Nothing had prepared me for the overwhelming beauty of the opera. I’d been mesmerized throughout the entire thing.
Garrett had assured me all was taken care of at home, and Gypsi had been laughing in the background when he spoke to Trev earlier. They were out at the pool, and he had taken her to the stables earlier. She wasn’t texting me, so I tried to give her space. I didn’t want to hover.
When we made it to the door of our suite after the Opera, Garrett opened the door and stood back for me to go inside. Still reeling from the adventures we’d experienced today, I entered the suite and went to turn on the lights when I paused.
The doors leading onto the balcony caught my attention. White lights twinkled on every limb, branch, railing; they covered everything. Candles were lit on the small table, and the closer I got to the doors, I could see gold-coated white roses scattered all over the surfaces. A glass stand with four tiers of macarons sat in the middle of the table. I paused and looked back at Garrett, a smile tugging at my lips.