Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
I watched the Adam's apple on his strong, brown throat bob convulsively. I sucked and pumped him even harder. With both my hands grasping the base of his shaft, my mouth worked in tandem to ensure that he forgot his name. Perhaps he did because for the next several moments, only mine fell from his lips, in soft pants almost as a warning to himself, in adoration, in hunger.
Each of them spurred me on as I went even faster, my singular focus to have him unravel in my hands. He always seemed a bit too composed, I realized. Too in control, impossible to be flustered. And so, I loved the fact that I could make him lose control.
Holding my head gently, he pumped softly into my mouth, and I increased the strength of my suction. Groaning, he collapsed back into the seat and tried to catch his breath.
“Fuck, you're good,” he praised. “Too good. Fuck.”
I was sucking a man's cock outside my father's home. I couldn’t believe it, yet at the same time, it made me so incredibly excited. Shutting my eyes, I milked him of every ounce of pleasure until my jaw ached, until he grabbed me and warned me to stop because he was coming.
Ignoring him, I held on, and his release flooded my mouth. It shot down my throat and I took it all. I lapped up the strands of semen around my lips and made sure to lick up and down his still-hardened rod. I loved the sight of him oozing out, still pulsing and greedy, and so I pulled him into my mouth again.
I sucked in until I could no longer remain in the position, bent over, aching. I straightened and turned to the man beside me, who still had his eyes shut, his cock out, and his chest heaving. I leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his cheek.
“I’m going to send Anya out,” I told him. “Is that alright?”
It took him a few seconds, but soon he opened his eyes and turned his iridescent irises towards me.
“Yeah, thank you,” he replied, more softly than I had ever heard him speak before.
I smiled, but just before I turned to go, he grasped my hand, angled his head, and caught my lips in the slowest, sweetest, most sensual kiss.
It was as though he was trying to solidify this moment between us in my memory. As though he was trying to ensure that no matter what, I never forgot it. But how was it even possible that I would?
About a minute later, he pulled away, and there was absolutely nothing to say between us. In fact, it was almost dangerous at the moment to speak, as I had no idea what nonsense would spout. Perhaps I would get on my knees and ask him to marry me because right then, it was all I could think about.
Thankfully, I was able to compose myself albeit on shaky feet as I pushed the door open and got out of the car. I headed back into the house and, to my surprise, found the little girl on the porch. Her bowl of ice cream and brownie was finished, and she had fallen asleep on the cushions of the swing. Cuddled in her little arms was Tolstoy, which was very surprising because Tolstoy hated strangers. He hissed and avoided them as much as possible.
Anya looked so sweet and angelic against all that white fur that I couldn’t help but wonder once again about her mother. Where was she? Who was she? I had been merely curious before, but now I really wanted to know in a way that was overwhelming.
But I had to wait for her father to tell me. Gently, I lifted her into my arms and took her back out to meet her father.
Chapter 33
Cole
Matthew called just as I drove out of the ranch gates. He had good news. I wasn’t surprised though. For the price I was asking, it was a steal.
“I told you it would go fast,” Matthew said.
“Yes, you did. Well done,” I congratulated softly, as I plugged in my headphones, my gaze moving quickly to the strapped-in sleeping baby beside me.
“The sale price minus costs is already in your bitcoin wallet. I transferred it myself.”
“Thanks, Matthew. Really appreciate it.”
“No problem. Always a pleasure doing business with you, Luca.”
I had so completely integrated myself into my role as Cole, that hearing someone call me Luca felt strange. “Take care.”
I ended the call and looked over at my daughter. She was sleeping peacefully. Even she had completely morphed into Anya. Not once during the dinner had her mask slipped. Many times Noah had tried to draw her out with questions and every single time she had stayed within her script. She had played her ‘pretend game’ perfectly. I felt both sad that she was enveloped in so many lies and proud that she had carried her part so naturally.