Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
The guy gives me the merest smile and leans even closer.
“Consider it done… if you can assure me the same.” His eyes are dark and penetrating as I bite down on a smile and nod.
I feel crazy with need as I watch his broad back and gorgeous ass walk away.
Ian
I’ve got papers from the World Films takeover strewn across the room, and my focus is about as lax as my cock is hard.
I plunge my hands into my pocket and wait by the window.
I scan the buildings downtown, not for the first time, wondering why the fuck I’m here. I have a home in New York, so how do I keep ending up in hotels every time I’m in town?
Doesn’t matter right now.
Because she’s coming. Pun intended.
Oh, sweet Sara will be coming all right.
I dial the hotel concierge from the phone by the bed.
“Four Seasons concierge, this is Sara speaking.”
“Sara, this is the gentleman from room 1103.”
“Oh, yes. How can I help you, sir?”
“I’d like your panties in a little wad in my pocket and you thrashing in my bed.”
There’s a slight hesitation, and then her answer, not quite steady: “Right away, sir.”
I hang up and stand, my dick stiffening under my slacks, knowing she’s about as ready to get it from me as I am to give it to her.
I smile as I remember asking her for directions to Daniel. Like I need directions for anywhere in New York.
Daniel couldn’t appease the kind of hunger I’m grappling with.
I’m ready for it. I keep checking the minutes, keenly aware that it takes her exactly eight of them to finally knock.
I open the door, and she stands before me with a look of anticipation in her eyes. I stare for a beat, absorbing her. She’s slender and a medium height, with a delicate face and skin like the moon. My gaze moves from a set of silver-gray eyes to lips like a plush, perfect red heart. A heart my dick wants to puncture.
For a moment I want to kiss her, all fucking night. I can’t remember a woman ever looking at me with such anticipation before. Too many years fucking for fucking’s sake to remember what it’s like to taste or touch.
I don’t remember ever feeling this damn starved for someone.
I seize her neck with one hand, stroking the flutters of her heartbeat that vibrate against my fingertip at her pulse point.
I ask her if she’s already turned on, and she hesitates in silence. I can tell she’s younger than me by decades of experience, even if our age is only a few years apart.
She eases into my grip, and I lift her by the ass and drop her down on the entry table. Take it easy, Ford. Damn, you’re acting like a crazy man.
I try to be gentle as I duck my head and taste her, but she wants it. Her desire, her confidence is even more of a turn-on.
I suck and savor her, my hands digging into her ass as I open her mouth.
I clench her tight enough to push her tits into my chest.
She asks me to do her hard. I tell her exactly what I’m going to do with her. The need to feel her hot and wild around me burns bright as I take another taste.
She strokes her hand along my shaft.
I feel unhinged. I flip her around. It’s less intimate this way.
I lift her dress. I drive in.
She cries out.
I plunge my fingers between her thighs and tease her clit, biting into the back of her neck to pin her in place as I thrust. She moves back, wanting it harder. I grip her hips and catch a glimpse of her in the mirror, of me inside her. I watch her move, the expression of lust on her face. I flip her back around. Suddenly I cannot look at anything but her damn face.
I clench it in one hand and drive back in. Animal sex. Not the kind a mature man would have with the woman he loves. The kind you imagine you’d have with sluts, or strangers.
She bites my lip and I throw her on the bed. I strip her. I strip, too.
This time when I fall back on her, I don’t give her my dick. I won’t last and I don’t want it to be over yet. I suckle her tit and wander my mouth lower. My balls tighten against my shaft when I taste the cream between her thighs. I didn’t know a taste could be so intoxicating.
I finger her as I lick up her clit, around it. There’s nothing sweet about the way she comes—she’s too wild for that. She dives straight in like an adrenaline junkie would dive off a cliff, without a second thought as to whether or not her bungee string is attached. She rides the waves with uncontrollable movements and a gasp in her throat, her mouth on my neck as she clutches me to her.