Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 116046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
When the time was right.
My cock, however, disagreed and jerked against my pants in protest at the thought of leaving her without at least one more kiss, but I’d reached my limit. My determination to give her time to accept my place in her life was waning as she took a deep breath, her breasts straining against the sundress she wore. I’m not sure what she said, I’m sure it wasn’t complimentary, because I was moving fast as I forced myself to leave. Her nipples, her fucking dark chocolate drop nipples, were so fucking stiff, they practically begged for my mouth to suck on them. My control almost slipped, but I managed to force myself to walk away after giving her a wink, then I practically sprinted up the stairs to my room.
The minute the door was closed behind me, I freed my aching, throbbing cock and grasped it tight, the heavy gold ring piercing the tip doing nothing to drag my rampant erection down as it strained for my belly button. Fuck, I don’t think I’d ever been this hard. All the blood in my body seemed to rush to the head of my shaft as I circled the base, and I groaned with need as my balls drew up tight. Licking my lips, tasting the echo of Joy’s flavor, I lifted my free hand to my face and inhaled the peaches and strawberry perfume that she wore, now branding me.
I loved that, loved her smell on me. I pumped my cock while fantasies flew through my mind, dirty snapshots of all the things I wanted to do to Joy, of all the pleasure I wanted to give her, of all the ways I would violate her.
It didn’t take long for the climax to blast from me in strong waves, each rush of release making me choke back my cries.
Panting, I slumped back against the door, grimacing as I looked at my cum covered hand. In a perfect world, Joy would be on her knees before me, a vibrator strapped to her clit as she sucked me dry. Longing filled me, and I promised the possessive animal that lived deep in my soul that Joy was ours now.
Chapter 4
Turning my head to the side, I took in the gigantic, all white, extravagant bouquet of flowers. They graced the pale blue, shabby chic side table next to my brass bed and added a sense of elegance to the room. I’ll say one thing for Mark’s house, I never imagined one of his guest rooms would look like this. The large bed had a soft teal and pink quilt that was totally girly, which complimented the ultra-feminine decor of this room—or should I say, my new temporary bedroom. While I would never decorate a room with such a heavy floral theme, it had a designer flare and looked super expensive. I had to admit I’d never pegged Mark, the guy who owned this house and my new roomie, as the kind of person to spend the time picking out the distressed wood armoire or perfect antique mirror hanging over the matching dresser.
Mark kind of reminded me of a G.I. Joe doll, with his buzzed haircut and classically chiseled face. The kind of guy that would have either a bachelor pad or a place decorated with mahogany and dark leather. Certainly not the kind of guy what would have framed, pressed floral arrangements hanging as art in his guest room.
He was something of an enigma to me. Quiet, but not unfriendly. Just one of those people that liked to listen, to take in the world around him. To my surprise, he’d been the one that took me from the Cordova’s mansion to Leo’s massive place. We’d spent the ride to his two-story mission style home chatting about ourselves, and my anxiety eased as I realized he was a genuinely nice guy beneath all his gruffness. I found that despite his intimidating persona, he reminded me of Daniel Craig in one of his action movies—all stoic and strong, he was funny and kept our conversation light. Mark was Leo’s right-hand man and one of his best friends. They both worked for the same company together and were neighbors, so he was a part of Hannah’s daily life here at Leo’s compound.
Yes, compound. Leo owned twenty acres of prime real estate in one of the most exclusive areas outside of Phoenix. His home was an amazing twelve-thousand square foot monstrosity that, according to Hannah, completely kicked ass. I know the glimpse I’d gotten of Leo’s pad had left me staring through the window of Mark’s Land Rover with my nose pressed to the glass like a tourist. Who could blame me? There was an honest to goodness red rock water sculpture out front that looked like something out of a museum. I knew Leo had money, but I didn’t realize he had money.