Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
“Josh,” she whispers in a hoarse voice.
“I know, precious,” I whisper. The feeling between us when we are like this is too much. Too intense. Too perfect. Unable to control it any longer, I start to move into her, and she groans with pleasure.
“I need…I need it harder, baby,” she whispers into my ear. Fuck. So do I, but the water is between us and I can’t get any friction. I pull out and she whimpers at the loss of contact.
“Come to the hot tub, Presh. Ride me, milk me.” Her eyes widen and she smiles and nods as I lead her through the water. I sit in the hot tub and she kneels over me, kissing me deeply and, if I’m correct, stalling. She’s trying to calm herself, so she doesn’t come on entrance. Too fucking bad! I need what’s between her legs and I’m taking it now. I grab her hips and pull her down onto me with such force that she cries out at the brutal force of penetration. Our eyes are locked as I lift her and grind her back down, rubbing her clitoris onto my pubic bone. This is what I need…what I love. Our bodies are so in sync with each other I feel sometimes as if I am just here for the ride, my body on autopilot. My heart is racing, and my breathing is labored, as is hers. The driving urge to fuck takes me over and I start to move her harder against me and she groans a deep groan as she closes her eyes—she’s close. I can tell by the tone depth in her voice, by the way her body is trembling. Shit I’m not going to last, she just feels too good. I feel the familiar ripple of her inner muscles and I hold her still and deep and she convulses and screams into my mouth. I will never tire of this. Every time with her just gets better. Her orgasm is my green light to let go and I start to slam her down onto me, my hands on her shoulders from behind for leverage, her knees around my shoulders. Our bodies were made to fit together. Each thrust deeper than the last, her core is still rippling around me, sucking me in. Oh yes! My eyes close and I slam one…two…three more times and I explode into a mind-blowing orgasm. We stay still…panting as we try to catch our breath. This is the part that brings me to my knees every time, the aftermath. The intimate prolonged kissing and the way she looks at me, like she can see right through me. She looks at me like she loves me and is as blown away by this as I am.
“I fucking adore you, precious,” I whisper into her neck as I kiss it again. She smiles her beautiful smile complete with dimples.
“That’s good because I fucking love you,” she whispers. I feel myself harden again and I just know it’s going to be one of those nights when I can’t stop.
“Saddle up, baby. We’re going for a record tonight.”
I wake feeling groggy. I haven’t drunk recently and those drinks I had last night on an empty stomach have made me feel like shit. I need a protein shake and something to eat. Natasha is draped over me and sound asleep, obviously suffering a bout of jet lag. I watch her for a minute in silence. I have never seen such a perfect woman, infuriating but perfect. I could look at her all day. I could fuck her all day. In fact, I might just do that today. My mind wanders back to her in the hot tub last night. Shit, she’s a hot fuck. The way she rides my cock sends me into overdrive, never have I been with someone where the chemistry is so raw and untamed. She blows my fucking mind, every goddamn time. I smile as I think of what I will have her doing when she wakes up. She can start by sucking my dick, hmm, I feel myself getting harder at the thought of those beautiful lips surrounding my cock. I narrow my eyes as I feel my arousal grow. Yep. That’s what we are doing today. International oral sex day in the Stanton household. I stumble out of bed and throw some boxer shorts on and head downstairs to the kitchen.
“Morning, lovely.” Brigetta smiles as she kisses me on the cheek as she walks past. Brigetta has become my surrogate mum since she came to work for me five years ago.
“Morning,” I mumble in response.
“Where’s Natasha?” she asks.
“Still sleeping,” I reply.
“She’s beautiful, Josh.”
I nod as I get my powder out of the cabinet and make my shake. “She is,” I reply.
“Tell me something, Joshua, how long have you known this girl?”