Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
“In ten months, nine days,” he glanced at the silver watch on his wrist, “and nineteen hours.” He sighed quietly and set his beer on the ground, then wrapped his arms around me. I kissed him gently.
So, ok. Despite the questionable ethics of messing around with an engaged man, this news wasn’t a deal breaker. If he wanted a ten month bachelor party before settling down, I wasn’t going to judge. Far from it. I decided right then and there that I was just going to enjoy what little time I had with this man, because I wanted him that much.
Dmitri deepened the kiss and pulled me on top of him, twining his fingers in my hair. He pushed up with his hips, rubbing his cock against mine as I unbuttoned his shirt and unfastened his belt, then slid his zipper down. I sucked one nipple and then the other until they were hard little beads between my lips, then pulled his pants and boxers to mid-thigh.
I sat back to look at him, admiring his smooth, finely muscled body, and murmured, “You’re so incredibly beautiful,” as I ran my hands down his sides. And then I bent down to take his thick, hard cock between my lips. There was already a drop of precum waiting for me, and I moaned against his shaft as I savored his taste and took him deeper into my mouth.
“Oh God Jamie, yes,” he panted, and then tugged at my t-shirt. I released him for a moment as he yanked the shirt off over my head.
The little loveseat didn’t give us a lot of room to maneuver, so we tumbled onto the floor of the rooftop garden. Dmitri unfastened my jeans and yanked them and my underwear down, then spun around and took my hard cock down his throat while I sucked him. We 69ed each other quickly, frantically, and in just a few minutes we came almost in unison. I cried out around his big cock as my cum shot into his warm, wet mouth, and within seconds his hot load was hitting the back of my throat.
Afterwards, he flipped around and crawled into my arms, hugging me tightly. “Thank you,” he whispered, nestling into the space between my neck and shoulder. He really was the cuddliest person I’d ever met, and I absolutely loved that.
I smiled and said, “Right back at ya,” before kissing the top of his head.
He hesitated for a moment, and then looked up at me hopefully. “Would you spend the night with me, Jamie? I know you don’t want to fuck me yet, and I don’t mean it like that. I just…I’d really like to fall asleep in your arms. Please?”
There were a million reasons why I should say no. But as I looked down into those big blue eyes I found myself murmuring, “That sounds wonderful.”
It was getting pretty cold out there on the roof, so we didn’t linger. After dressing quickly we went into his office, where he ran a brush through his sexy dark hair and pulled out his cell phone and fired off a series of quick texts. Then he took my hand and led me downstairs.
We emerged into a tiny private parking lot behind the club, which held half a dozen cars. I gaped at the incredibly flashy black Maserati parked a few feet away. “I suppose that’s yours.”
“Of course,” he said with an apologetic smile. “Goes with the playboy image.”
“Hey, why not live the stereotype?” I teased.
“So, the question is, do you want to follow in your car, or ride with me? Because if you ride with me, you’ll be stuck without a vehicle.”
“But if I bring my car, I’ll miss the chance to ride in a Maserati,” I said with a huge, childish grin.
He smiled at that, and tossed me his keys. “Why don’t you drive it to my house? I’ll follow in your car, so you’re not left stranded.”
I stared at him in disbelief. “You’d actually let me drive your car?”
He shrugged and said, “Of course. Give me your keys.”
I fished them out of the pocket of my hoodie and handed them over. “This is so not a fair trade,” I told him. “And I apologize in advance for making you drive that total piece of shit. Which, by the way, is a loaner. My real car is actually much worse than that.”
“I like that loaner car,” he told me. “Especially the back seat.” He flashed his dimples, and then told me his address. “Do you think you can find it?”
I actually already knew exactly where he lived, of course. But I joked, “Probably the biggest house on Nob Hill? Yeah, I’m pretty sure I can find it.”
“Not the biggest,” he corrected with a grin. “Just one of the biggest.” He leaned over and kissed me, then said, “Ok baby, see you in a bit. And if you decide to take the long way, I understand.” And with that he strolled off in the direction of the crappy green Hyundai.