Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 122609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 409(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 409(@300wpm)
“Models are all ages, Archer, and you’re only thirty-four.”
“It’s not for me, okay? It’s shallow ’nd silly, and I don’t care about clothing enough to even pull it off. Besides, a lot of models are dumb as hell, divas, and self-absorbed. I’ve fucked my share of them. Are we almost finished here?” He felt awkward with all the blazing hot bright lights on him, her questions, and her moving all around, close to the floor, taking picture after picture as if he were some expert at this.
“Relax your muscles. You’re too tense.”
“Honey, are we finished?” he repeated, this time louder.
She paused. “What’s wrong?” she asked in a concerned tone.
“I’m not a fan of my picture bein’ taken, okay? I don’t like it.”
She got ready to say something, then seemed to think better of it. “Is this because of your photo appearing in the newspaper as a child after your father’s death?”
He swallowed. “I never thought about that… connected the two. Probably, I guess.” He shrugged.
“Okay, just one more and that’s it. I’ll stop after this last one, okay?”
“All right. How do ya want me to stand this time?”
“I want you to unbutton the top of your jeans and look down at your crotch.”
He burst out laughing. “Honey, what the fuck?”
“Just do it.”
“This ain’t OnlyFans. If you want to see my dick again, just say so.”
She took a deep breath. “You are being ridiculous. I didn’t ask you to show your penis. Do you know why I want that particular pose?”
“For blackmail. It’ll be in the paper with the headline, ‘I Gotcha, Bitch!’”
“You’re exhausting.” She rolled her eyes and laughed. “Seriously. Do you want to know why?”
“Why?”
“The first time I saw you do it, it turned me on so much. We were in your bedroom, and you were undressing to make love to me again. You hesitated. Stared at your crotch. You were thinking of something. Whatever it was, your eyes just happened to land there, and it was just… beautiful. What you were thinking about, I don’t know, but you proceeded to make love to me in a way that touched my damn soul, and ran away to heaven with it… I’ve never been the same.”
He knew what she was talking about. He had in fact paused and fallen into a daydream as he undressed. His heart full, he had been thinking about how much he was going to miss her when she left…
He cured an itch behind his ear, then, after a long sigh, unbuttoned the top of his jeans. He pulled down the zipper and allowed the garment to fall slightly down his hips. Enough to expose his pubic hair, but not his rock-hard cock. She’d been turning him on, moving around shirtless, boobs swinging. Looking sexy in only that pair of sheer blue panties.
The camera flashed over and over. She moved and ducked down, turning the camera different ways, trying to get him at the perfect angle. And then, it was over. Without a word, she began packing her stuff away. He watched her for a few seconds, his body running hot. Then, he marched to her, snatched a piece of paper she had in her hand and flung it across the room.
He forced her onto her back and stared deep into her eyes. Unable to control himself, he pulled his jeans and underwear down to his knees, then yanked her panties to the side and slid his hungry dick inside of her.
“Ahhhh…” She moaned and her eyes rolled. She juddered against the rug as it bunched beneath their writhing bodies with each thrust. Driving himself deeper inside of her, his body was hot all over. He grabbed her ass and forced her to take his plunges, filling her to the brink.
“God, you feel so fuckin’ good, Honey. You’re so wet for me, baby…”
She squeezed her warm pussy muscles around his dick, drawing him even deeper within her. They held on to one another as he rocked against her, slow but ravenous. Soft lips pressed against his. Slick limbs sliding against one another, their sweat was the balm of hard, hedonistic work. Warm thighs spread open just for him…
Sticky, sweet pussy nectar coated his shaft as he plunged over and over inside of her. He thrust faster now while enveloping her nipple into his mouth, sucking it softly. Fingers stroked his hair. He moved faster and faster, his hips compressing and the feeling of euphoria just mere moments away. He held on to her tight, determined to get her off first, despite his heightened desires to release and be free. He moved around in circles, grinding around and around, then worked it from left to right. That was her undoing…
“Oh, shit…” She clawed at his shoulders, holding him as he pounded her. The slapping sounds of their love was a thing of beauty.