Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Russell’s smile broadens, and the feeling that I have met this man before deepens within me. He chuckles and helps me into the car while shaking his head. “No, the only thing resting on your face is beauty, gorgeous.”
3
Russell
As I pull into my driveway, I feel like the king of the world, and no, I’m not Leonardo DiCaprio or one of those rich pricks with a Ferrari from the mansion I just drove away from either. I’m just the guy this spectacular beauty said yes to. I’m the guy about to claim her as his forever.
It didn’t take a Ferrari or a Porsche or a Rolls Royce either. All it took was something about me to get her to say yes.
I’m entranced by her beauty as she steps out of the car and I lead her up the steps to my house. Sure, it’s not the mansion we just came from, but something about the look on her face tells me that she’s okay with that. And I’m more than okay with her.
Just look at those legs, those hips, those curves, the way she sways when she walks and causes every male impulse in me to go crazy. I’ve never been so turned on in my entire life. Now this is what a guy should be feeling when he’s picking up a girl. Not that fake, performative crap I’ve been doing while I’m out at the bars with the boys.
“Come on in.” I smile, opening the door for “Sapphire.” She’s still making my mouth water as she looks like a perfectly wrapped candy in front of me. She smiles, causing me to think of all the terrible things I’d love to do with her perfect lips, then passes in front of me and steps inside.
Yet again, her scent fills my nostrils. This time, I take a deep breath and force the smell to imbed itself in my lungs. If only I could have her scent follow me around all day. Then I’d be a happy man. A happy man with nothing but her on my mind, unable to get anything else done
She looks like a fucking meal prepared by the gods as she steps into my house. It’s like her entire presence takes over and bathes the entire structure in her wonder. I could donate everything I have here and keep just her and the couch and be more than happy. She would be like a piece of art – a sculpture created by a master artist designed to show off the glory of the female form.
My cock is absolutely pulsing with lust and desire beneath my pants as I watch her move. This is what true desire feels like. I thought that after Cheryl left me for Barry that I wouldn’t want a woman for a long time, and eight months is a pretty long time for most men, but this girl has kickstarted my libido like gasoline being thrown on the ashes of a fire.
I may be thirty-five, but I feel like a teenager again. Every impulse in me is screaming to tear her lingerie off and devour her. I want to spread apart her legs and slide my tongue up her slit and taste her while she screams my name in ecstasy. I want to drive every inch of my manhood inside her and watch as I claim her for the very first time.
And it’s not just her physical beauty that’s doing this to me either. It’s something more. There’s something buried deep inside this woman that’s causing me to go wild. Something unspoken that’s hitting me hard, and I don’t know if I could even explain to the guys if I they were to ask me. But it’s there.
She turns around to face me, and although she was filled with fire and confidence back at the mansion, I see a slight glimpse of hesitation in her eyes now. She’s nervous, which makes sense, this being her first time and all.
My arms and legs move on their own volition. I slide right in and grasp her waist and pull her to me so our bodies are pressing together. The feeling of her hips is wonderful, delicious even, and has me feeling suddenly animalistic. I can see that something about us touching has her slightly more relaxed too, as there’s a change in her eyes.
“I can’t get over how gorgeous you are,” I tell her, grinding my manhood between her firm yet juicy thighs. I pull her tighter and can feel the flesh from her young, perky tits pressing against my chest. Christ, she’s absolutely perfect.
My pulse kicks up another level like I’ve just been running on a treadmill.
I slide my hands down her back and cup her firm ass, thinking about every man back at the party wishing he was able to have a grip on her like this while they just sat and watched her dance. Just like my buddies are content to sit and watch me run silly pickup lines on girls at the bar.