Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
At the same time, it’s almost comical, watching Posey try to cover her huge boobs with one arm. Her squirming is only making her curves more prominent with each self-conscious movement. Not to mention that one of her nipples keeps popping out beneath her elbow, practically demanding to be sucked.
God I want to lick that pink nub, I nearly growl.
Outwardly, I manage to keep a bored, slightly bemused expression on my face. Inside, I’m all animal, ready to pounce and devour.
“I just want to make sure everything’s going smoothly with the bikini fitting,” I say. “Are there any problems?”
Posey bites her bottom lip. “No,” she says in a terse voice. “Everything’s fine.” The sassy redhead shifts again, pushing up her tits in an attempt to cover them.
I feel my cock rise with need as I watch her wiggle. The bulge at the base of my dick pulses and I want to plant myself within her, until she knows that she’s mine.
Hell, she doesn’t even know that I HAVE a bulge. Wait until she gets a load of my physique.
“Everything’s fine,” Posey states again. “The tailor is very nice. Thanks for your concern. And she should be back any minute.”
There’s a hint of warning in the woman’s tone, and I raise an eyebrow, amused that she’s trying to frighten me into behaving.
“No, she won’t be coming back,” I correct Posey gently.
She frowns and tightens her arms across her body. “What are you talking about?”
A low growl escapes my lips. “Stop squirming like that,” I order the busty red head in a low voice that’s half snarl, half desperation.
Posey immediately stands still, her lips parting slightly in surprise at my stern tone.
“There’s no need to keep covering yourself up,” I explain in a more controlled voice. “I’ve directed dozens of these pageants, so I’ve seen plenty of nude women. Not to mention that you’re not doing a very good job of hiding your assets.”
Something akin to irritation flashes across Posey’s face but she remains still.
“I see,” she responds. “Then you won’t be affected if I do this.” Without hesitation, she drops her arms and plants a hand on each hip, practically thrusting her body at me.
The air whooshes out of my lungs as my cock stiffens. I thought it was torture to see Posey stand on the pedestal, squeezing her tits in front of me. But now that I can see her whole figure, take in every curve, imagine my tongue running along every dip, I know that my control is going to slip any second.
“Damn, Red. You’re gorgeous,” I growl aloud, giving into temptation and letting my gaze slide along her body. The fullness of her breasts, her wide hips, the slit of pink between her thighs has me panting.
Posey blushes a deep pink. She looks hesitant, but also aroused by my intense gaze. Then, I leap into action. I don’t think, I just do. Before I can process, I’ve closed the distance between us within the span of a second. She looks up at me with wide blue eyes, full of lust and question.
“Gorgeous,” I repeat, my voice low now that we’re so close. I can smell something sweet on her, like an island flower.
“I don’t know about gorgeous,” she retorts in a slightly shaky voice.
On the edge of control, I let myself tuck a loose curl behind her ear.
“I have a question for you, Posey,” I drawl, not wanting to frighten the woman.
“A question,” she repeats softly.
“It seems only fair, since you asked a question yesterday.”
That seductive blush sneaks back onto her cheeks.
“Well, I’m a curious person,” she says by way of explanation.
I chuckle. “I’m not upset,” I reassure her. “Although it was bold of you to interrupt me.”
Defiance flashes across her face. “You were being vague, and I wanted answers.”
I grin, willing to surrender, since I know that I’m about to make her surrender to me. “About the prize money? And what you might win?”
She nods. “Yes, although I realize it made me sound greedy. Trust me, I want to win and the prize is a part of it. But what’s your question?” Posey asks, barely breathing now.
I allow myself to touch her once more, this time tracing one finger along the length of her arm.
“Would you let me taste you?” I ask.
Posey jerks back, but she can’t go far, since the mirrors are just behind her back. I glance at her perky ass in the reflection, briefly distracted with imagining my knot squirting into her hole. A shudder runs through my body, my balls already beginning to rise.
“What? What do you mean?” she whispers, eyes wide.
I don’t move closer, but I don’t back away either.
“It’s pageant tradition,” I explain, keeping my tone nonchalant.
“What tradition?” Posey whispers, her face flushed now.
“As the pageant director, I’m entitled to special access,” I drawl like it’s no big deal. “To the contestants, I mean.”