Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 102620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
One of my hands comes up, and I suck the thumb into my mouth before moving it to play with her clit. “Open for me to play with you at the same time you take my cock.” I move my hand down into her slit, taking more of her wetness before running it back up to her clit. “Every single time I touch your clit, your pussy clenches me.” She wants to say something to me, but she is too far gone. She rides my cock as if it’s the last thing she’ll do in her whole life. Up and down, her pussy getting tighter and wetter with each rise and fall. She comes twice before I grab her by her hips and take her off my cock. “On your back,” I order, and she does as I say. I straddle her chest, pinching her nipple, while my legs push her tits together so I can fuck them. “That’s my girl.” I smirk at her. I fuck her tits until I aim for them and come on them. “That was fucking hot,” I state, my hands coming up, but she pushes them aside as she takes my cum and rubs it into her skin. “Fuck, I just came twice, and my cock is still rock hard.”
She licks her fingers clean from my cum before sliding out from between my legs. “I’m going to need some food.” She moves off the bed, and I’m assuming she’s going to cover herself up, but she heads straight for the door.
“Do you want a robe?” I ask, and she stops, looking over her shoulder at me.
“How are you supposed to fuck me if I bend over if I’m wearing a robe?” She winks and then walks out of the room.
“Yes,” I shout, “how indeed?” Hearing her laughter, I get off the bed and head to the bathroom to clean up.
I’m making my way into the kitchen when I see her moving around in it. “You look good here in my house.”
“That’s only because I’m naked.” She looks over her shoulder at me. “I’m sure if I was dressed…”
I stop beside her, pushing her hair over her shoulder and bend to kiss her clavicle softly. “Never had a woman in my kitchen before.” She rolls her eyes at me.
“I find that hard to believe.” She places one hand on my chest.
“Not like that. I’ve had women in my house before. But not one that I wanted to cook for,” I say, picking up her hand and kissing the inside of her wrist. “This is intimate. It’s domestic. Walking into the kitchen and I saw you and for the life of me it’s like you’ve always been here. Like you were born to be here. It feels like we’ve been doing this forever.” I wrap a hand around her waist and pull her to me. “So while there have been women in my house. It’s never this. Never like this.”
“You never cooked for anyone?”
“No.” I shake my head. “It was always a night out. Or they would come over after.”
“So a booty call.” She laughs. “That is so, so romantic.”
My hand moves from her waist to her ass. “Maybe I was more closed off than I thought I was.”
I smirk at her as she kisses my neck and moves away from me.
“I’m glad I got to open you up.” She winks at me, taking one of the grapes and popping it into her mouth.
“So how many men have you cooked for?” I ask her with a glare, and I don’t even know if I want her to answer me or not. “We talk about me all the time. What about you?”
She laughs. “I did cook for this guy one time.” She holds up her hand and the glare gets even more glarey. My eyes into slits so much I can barely see out of them.
“We were dating for about six weeks. He always took me out and finally he asked me to cook for him.”
“He had to ask you to cook a meal for him?” My interest piqued.
“He did.” She nods. “I think I was twenty. I don’t even know but I do know that I knew how to cook two things perfectly. Ramen noodles.”
I bust out laughing. “You mean the noodles that you put in water and then empty the packet of flavor?”
“I sometimes used to add frozen veggies to that.” She folds her arms over her chest. “Anyway, second thing was.” I wait for her to say something gourmet like steak and baked potatoes or something. What I’m not expecting her to say is “mac and cheese.”
“Like homemade, grate the chest and do a roux or like blue box, pour noodles in and add butter and milk with the fluorescent cheese?”
She slaps her hand on the counter. “There is nothing wrong with that mac and cheese,” she says angrily. “Anyway, according to him, a woman is supposed to dazzle him in the kitchen, and well, let’s just say there was no dazzle, so he ghosted me.” I open my mouth. “For three weeks until I ran into him in a bar and confronted him and his new girlfriend.”