Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 22390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Without thinking, I reach between his legs.
There it is. A bulge I can’t even get my hand around.
The heat within me swells. My heart pounds like a drum beneath my ribs. We just started kissing, and he’s already hard.
That’s when I realize it: I’m ready too.
I squeeze, feeling the outline of his enormous cock through his pants. He presses his tongue into my mouth, kissing me deeper, and turns to carry me out of the room. But I stop him.
“No. Here.”
His eyes flash as he looks back at me. “Not in the bed?”
I shake my head. “I may be innocent, but I’m an artist, Orson, and we’re just a little bit crazy.”
I smirk back at him as I squeeze him again, so hard he actually jumps. A brief look of shock comes over him, which is exactly what I was looking for.
The next thing I know, I’m on my back on the floor as he tears my clothes off me.
First my shorts, then my top. Thankfully, I’m not wearing any of the designer brands he bought for me today. But then again, would it really matter? Orson could buy the whole store if he wanted.
I lie naked beneath him, my thighs burning as I watch him strip out of his shirt, revealing the straps of muscle that adorn his body. The veins of his arms bulge as he tugs off his pants. He kicks them aside, and his cock springs out, slapping hard against my pussy.
I yelp playfully, laughing as he leans in and starts to kiss me all over.
“You don’t know how badly I want you, princess.”
His words are like gasoline on a fire. My thigh muscles quiver, and my hands move on their own, reaching out for his thick arms to pull him closer.
“Orson,” I whisper before he kisses me. “You know I don’t want you for your money, right?”
His lips form a line, and he nods, his eyes soft. “I can’t know for sure,” he says, causing my heart to tremble. “But it’s what I believe.”
“Good,” I reply. “Because it’s the truth. Even if you were living in a tent in the woods, I’d still love you.”
My heart stops. His pupils dilate, and a line in his jaw flexes.
Love…did I just say that?
I did. And I didn’t even think about it. It just slipped out of my mouth as naturally as could be. And it’s not lost on Orson.
“I love you too, Megan.” His reply shakes me to my core. My body temp rises so quickly that I start sweating. Only this time, I don’t care. Because I know he doesn’t. “And if I had to live in the woods with you, I would. And I’d be happy.”
I reach up and run my fingers across his strong chin, admiring the strong lines of his face.
“I’d live anywhere with you.”
He kisses me, and my nipples turn hard.
“But having everything you could ever want doesn’t hurt, does it?” His lips twist into a rakish smile, and I blossom inside. Before I can reply, his lips crush against mine, devouring my mouth with a hunger I echo.
His stiff arousal presses against my slit, and his words from the dressing room replay in my mind.
“You’ll lie back, spread your legs for me, relax, and I’ll slide inside…”
He was right.
My arousal cascades down through me, and my legs fall apart in submission. My desire for him overtakes me. I need him inside me, and I need it now. I don’t care if it hurts at first.
“Take me, Orson,” I whimper, grabbing his strong waist and pulling him close. “I’m yours.”
He groans strong and deep and presses the tip of his cock against my hole. I draw a deep breath, preparing myself for what comes next.
“You’re so wet, princess,” he growls.
“And you’re so hard.”
His green eyes pierce through me, as if to touch my soul. “All for you, angel. All for you. Now take this cock.”
A whirlwind of sensations tears through me as he penetrates me.
His massive girth spreads me, and a sting of pain causes me to cry out. But he pushes farther, deeper, taking what he wants. Me.
And it’s just like he said: An overwhelming wave of pleasure takes over.
My jaw drops, but my voice catches in my throat. His lips grace my neck as he showers me with kisses. My walls stretch around every one of his inches as he gives them to me. It’s like I’m a piece of clay and he’s molding me to his fit.
“Christ, angel, you’re even tighter than I’d imagined.” He thrusts, and I cry out, but he’s moving slower and gentler than it was at the store. And that’s when he was just fucking my thighs. “You feel so good I can hardly take it. I already want to come and we’ve barely gotten started.”