Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
I got into bed and lay there, watching her continue to examine things in my bedroom.
She eventually got out of bed then walked to my closet. “Can I look around?”
I gave her the same answer I always gave. “I have nothing to hide.”
“Okay, but I’m not snooping. Just looking.” She flicked on the light and stepped inside. She looked at all my shirts and jeans then opened one of the drawers. The light immediately came on and revealed an assortment of guns and ammunition. She stilled in surprise before she gently shut the drawer. When she opened the next one, she found the same thing, but there were also grenades and blades. “Whoa.” She shut the drawer then stepped out again. “Never piss you off.”
“The world shouldn’t piss me off. But you can.” I liked it, being with a woman who wasn’t afraid to speak her mind unapologetically.
She grabbed her bag from the dresser. “I’m gonna get ready for bed.” She walked into the bathroom.
She didn’t have any special bedtime routines, so I thought that announcement was odd, but I didn’t question it. Maybe she had something personal to take care of, to take her birth control pills or something.
I lay there and closed my eyes, the sheets around my waist because I was always hot, regardless of how low the setting was for my AC. I’d had women over here before, but I usually fucked whores at their place in case they tried to steal from me. But it was rare, to meet a woman I liked enough to bring to my private headquarters.
Minutes later, she stepped out of the bathroom, and instead of having a clean face with no makeup like she was ready to sleep, she was in a sexy piece of lingerie. A black bodysuit made of lace that barely hid her tits from view. With her long hair in curls down her sides and her makeup heavier than it’d been earlier, she looked like she was ready to take my dick good even though she’d already had it hours ago.
I propped myself up on my elbows so I could see her better, let my eyes trail over her body to the open crotch that made her cunt accessible without undressing. A woman had never put on lingerie for me before.
This was a first.
And damn.
She studied my reaction to her, and she seemed to like what she saw, because she suddenly became more confident, her knees hitting the bed before she crawled to me.
I wanted to grab her and fuck her so damn hard, but I was paralyzed, letting her decide how this played out. My cock was instantly hard under my sheets and started to poke through.
She kept moving until she was on top of me, her long hair trailing along my chest as she crept closer. When her face was above mine, she went for my bottom lip, pulling it into her mouth and giving it a gentle bite that made me nearly bleed. Then she kissed my neck, moved over my chest, and made her way down my hard abs until she grabbed the sheet in her teeth and pulled it off my dick.
My hands tightened into fists, and I stayed still even though I knew where this was going, knew that sweet mouth would be around my dick at any moment, sucking and licking like it was candy. I’ve had my dick sucked so many times, but the excitement never wore off, and since it was Catalina, my excitement was explosive.
With her ass in the air, she leaned down and started to kiss my balls, gently dragging her tongue over my sensitive skin before she sucked it into her mouth, kissing, licking, her eyes locked on mine like my dick was her lover and I was prying.
My breathing slowly increased the longer she kissed me, my firm chest rising and falling a little deeper because my lungs needed more air. My hands formed fists because I was tense, my dick so hard it started to ache. I thought lying back and enjoying the sexiest woman in the world eat my dick would be easy, but I had to fight all my instincts to grab her and flip her over. I liked to be in charge, but I forced myself to surrender.
She dragged her tongue up my length, right over the thick vein, and moved until she reached the tip. Then she kissed the head, swiping her tongue over the precome that started to seep out. Her eyes opened and closed, like she was really making out with my dick, replacing my lips with another part of my body.
When I took another breath, the moan I released was unstoppable. I was a quiet lover because I preferred to listen to the woman tell me what she liked, but I found myself enjoying sex more than usual because my partner was equally giving, equally talented.