Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
The man catches my eye and nods his head. I give him the look that says, “Yeah, fucker, I’m hitting that.” He raises his fist like he’s going to bump mine, but drops his hand suddenly when his wife looks at him. Thankfully, we arrive at their floor, but not before he takes one last look at Macey.
“That man wanted to fuck you.”
She rolls her eyes and scoffs at me.
“It’s true. I don’t understand why you sell yourself short. I’ve told you, I think you’re beautiful.”
Macey shakes her head. “They see sex. That’s what everyone sees. No one is looking at me and thinking about a future or that I’m wife material. All they see is a good time.”
We arrive at our floor and step out of the elevator. She’s one step ahead of me and uses the key card I left her to open the door. I hate to admit it, but she’s right. I look at her and see sex and it’s fucking amazing. When the caveat of sex came up while we were talking about her spending the week with me, I thought it’d be a couple times. Never, at any time, did I think I’d be fucking her every chance we got.
As soon as she opens the door, I pull the strings on her bikini. While she’s trying to save the bottoms, I pull the one on top as well.
“Fucker.”
I can’t help but laugh as she attempts to cover herself.
“You have a potty mouth.”
“Years of dealing with assholes like you.”
Removing my jacket and vest, I undo my tie and take off my shirt.
“I think you’re missing the music you need to strip by, Magic Mike,” she says, flipping me off.
Shaking my head, I unlatch my belt and unbutton my pants, pulling the zipper down and freeing my cock from my boxers.
“Do you want to get on your knees here? Or do you prefer the couch?” I don’t wait for her response and walk over to my leather sofa and sit down, reclining a little.
“I thought you were joking,” she says softly.
“I’m not, Macey. You have two options. I’m letting you choose. You can either blow me or I’m going to fuck you.”
I don’t know what it is about her, but even with her saucy attitude she turns me on. Of course, it could be the power trip from knowing that there are at least three men in this hotel that would give their left nut to be with her right now and the only one who gets his wish granted is me.
If I think anything is going to be easy with her, I’m mistaken. Instead of getting on her knees to suck my dick, she sits on a cushion away from me and spreads her legs, showing me the pussy that has owned me since Friday night.
“Is this what you want?” she asks, pulling her lips apart. In an instant, my cock is in my hand and I’m stroking. My eyes are focused on her fingers as they play with her clit and when she inserts a finger into her pussy, I about lose my shit.
“Are you this dirty for everyone?” It’s something I have to know. She’s made it very clear that she’s not a whore and I believe her, but the nagging voice in my head wants to know if this is what she’s like outside of my house.
“No, only you,” she tells me, adding another finger. Her free hand cups her breast, tweaking her nipple, and her hips rock to meet the tempo she’s created. Macey moans and her eyes roll back in her head. The sight of her getting herself off has my dick screaming. He wants to be buried deep inside that pussy of hers.
“Fuck this hand shit,” I say, pulling the drawer on the coffee table open to grab a condom. I rip the package open and grab the rubber, never taking my eyes off her. “Don’t you fucking come,” I tell her as I slide the condom over my aching dick.
“Turn around and look out the window.”
She does as I say, never removing her hand. I line my cock up with her entrance, and wait, pushing against her fingers while she tries to get herself off.
I press against her body, biting down on her earlobe. “Do you need a toy, Macey? Is my dick not big enough for you? How about a threesome, huh? Do you want two dicks in that tiny twat of yours?” By my last question I’m slamming into her, her fingers be damned.
“Yes,” she yells out, gripping the back of the couch. The only sounds in the room are from us, between the heavy grunts and our skin slapping against each other. My hands clutch her hips as our bodies crash together. It’s only seconds before she’s coming, screaming out as she convulses.