Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75592 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75592 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
No one to take her to get a free pizza she’d earned.
No one to give her a hug.
No one to bake her a cake.
I was suddenly incredibly grateful that I could give her those things—even before genuinely understanding what it all might mean to her.
I watched her smile at Everleigh as she explained the process for making the cake, wondering what other things I could do for Tessa to help heal those old wounds.
Had she ever gotten a birthday party? An Easter egg hunt? Gifts under the tree on Christmas morning?
I didn’t know how long she was going to want to put her life on hold to be with me, to be a part of this arrangement.
But what I did know was that I was going to think of as many of those experiences as I could. Then create them for her.
“Now, I had no idea if you liked chocolate, yellow, or white cake. So… we did all the layers. And different layers of frosting,” Everleigh was saying as I tuned back into the conversation. “This way, you can kinda pick at it if there’s anything you don’t like.”
“I like it all,” Tessa assured her. “Thank you for being so thoughtful.”
“It’s nothing,” Everleigh said, waving away Tessa’s appreciation.
It wasn’t, though.
The glassy look in Tessa’s eyes said it was everything.
And true to her word, she ate every layer of her slice. Then had another for good measure.
Eventually, the married and shacked-up members of the club headed out as some of the club girls started to show up.
“Do you mind if I go up for a bit?” Tessa asked. “I’ll come back down,” she added, not wanting to be antisocial.
“Go ahead,” I said.
Though I only let her get into the freight elevator before I followed her.
“You can stay at the party, if you want,” Tessa said as I pulled the door down.
“That’s not what I want,” I told her. “This is.”
My lips crashed down on hers as I backed her against the wall of the elevator car.
There was just one shocked second of stillness before she was kissing me back. Before she was growing hungrier and needier, her hands roaming down my back, sinking into my ass, then pulling me more firmly against her.
Her soft lines melted with mine.
My own hand drifted down, pulling up her long skirt, then slipping under.
“Still have your panties in my pocket,” I murmured as my lips moved down her neck.
My fingers pressed between her thighs, finding her already wet for me.
There was no teasing.
My fingers slid right inside her and Tessa didn’t even try to muffle her moan at the sensation.
“Fuck,” I groaned as her pussy clenched around my fingers. “You have the perfect little pussy,” I said, getting a whimper out of her. “You want to come around my fingers?”
“No,” she said, surprising me enough to move back and look at her.
“No?”
“No,” she confirmed, rocking against my palm even as her hand went between us, working my belt free, then my button and zipper.
“You want to come around my cock again? So soon?” I asked, shooting her a little smirk. “Such a greedy pussy.”
Her hand went inside my slacks, closing around my cock, and stroking it several times. My hips rocked into her touch, fucking her hand as my fingers turned inside her and teased across her G-spot.
Tessa’s thumb rubbed across the head of my cock, dragging a groan out of me.
“Rook, please,” she begged, rocking her hips restlessly.
And, well, I couldn’t deny her when she was asking so nicely, could I?
With my free hand, I reached for my wallet, fumbling around for my last condom, then holding it out to her.
“Why don’t you put this on for me, so I don’t have to stop finger-fucking your sweet pussy?”
Her walls tightened at my words.
But she reached for the condom, tearing the foil, then carefully rolling it down my length.
“How do you want it?” I asked, fingers tapping against her G-spot.
To my surprise, she turned.
Then, reaching down, she pulled up her skirt, giving me a view of her perfect, round ass.
“Why don’t you spread your legs a little for me?” I suggested, moving in closer, then teasing my cock along her pussy lips.
Tessa whimpered, rocking back against the sensation. Then she spread her legs just enough for me to step closer and surged deep inside her.
A long moan escaped her as her walls tightened around me.
“Fuck, I love the sounds you make when I fuck you,” I told her, reaching up to move her hair off her neck, so I could place a kiss there.
“Rook… move,” Tessa whimpered, rocking her ass into me.
And, well, I couldn’t turn her down, now, could I?
My hand stayed between her thighs, working her clit as I started to fuck her.
I meant to try to take it slow.
But Tessa was having none of it.