Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
“We’re going to keep it in a vault of some sort afterward. Don’t worry,” he assured. “I know a little something or the other about hiding files. It’ll be safe forever for me to revisit every single year for the next seventy years.”
I nodded. Yes, for the next seventy years. Even when we were old and gray.
I lost my breath when he pulled out his gorgeous cock.
Instantly, I dropped to my knees, glad that I hadn’t put on the dress yet because I definitely wouldn’t have been able to do this in that pristine thing. Without wasting any time, I pulled his sweet head into my mouth and began to suck.
“Oh,” he threw his head back. “Fuck.”
I always loved the way he reacted to me. Our fire for each other burned hotter than ever after the death of Paganini.
Even so for many months afterwards we’d had to watch our backs, still nervous and cautious about the impending threat from both the ongoing police investigation and Paganini’s scattered goons. But nothing came to bite us. With time we let it. With its head, the snake was dead.
All we knew was peace, love and contentment. Sometimes it felt as though I was living in a dream and if I pinched myself, I would wake up, but no matter what I never woke up.
“I think you're more anxious than you expected because we’re having the ceremony far from home,” Luca said as I took him even deeper. “You're still quite unfamiliar with New York.”
That’s not strictly true. I loved New York too. Not to live in, but to visit at the weekends. Luca had got himself a helicopter, and we decided to live in Bison Ridge, but spend our weekends in New York. It made perfect sense. This way he could travel for work and I could teach at the school.
But I didn’t want to speak. All that could be done later.
I sucked harder, my cheeks hollowing to take as much of him as I could without messing my makeup, but that, I had to accept would be an impossible feat if I wanted to enjoy this moment as much as I wanted to.
Aware of the very limited time left, I added both of my hands and worked his length from root to tip in tandem with my mouth. In no time he came long and hard. I took all of him needing that familiar taste down my throat and in my belly. I loved how he tasted; the intimacy of how it made me feel. Like he owned me in ways that I couldn’t quite explain or comprehend.
He pulled me up and looked around, and I wondered what happened to his threat of recording this.
“Where’s your phone?” I asked.
He smiled. “No need,” he said. “I’ve stored every second of your award-winning performance in my heart.”
It was corny, but still it made me melt.
“We shouldn’t be doing this, but it looks like you’re ready to go again so …” I began to slide my thong down my thighs as I got ready to make a mental videotape of this moment. For my own personal viewing for when I was old and gray. So I could marvel at the insane things we got up too in your youth.
I felt every inch of him as he plunged into me until all the nerves were fucked out of my body and all I felt was giddy and an uncontrollable excitement.
My heart raced, as I felt his hands part me open, and his cock was sliding in hard and deep. He held my hips and thrust into me with one smooth push until he hit the very end. My eyes lifted to the ceiling as an indescribable bliss came over me.
Then he began to move.
“Fuck, I love you,” I swore.
He turned me around and kissed me the way he knew I loved it best: long, slow, and deep.
“I love you more.”