Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
As long as I liked him the way I do, it was a chance I had to take. I just hope I’d be able to pick up the pieces this time if he broke my heart.
I just nodded my answer and found myself being turned around in his arms for one of his clit throbbing kisses. It wasn’t long before I felt the head of his cock nosing around at my entrance again.
I just simply spread open my legs, wrapped them around him, and accepted him into my body, all of him. All fourteen and a half inches of warm, hard, man steel. Good glory.
That morning at around three he’d finally had enough. I didn’t even know you could have sex that long, or that a man was able to stay excited for hours like that.
Not that we didn’t have moments of reprieve, sure we did. But he always seemed to bounce right back in a matter of minutes. And he had such stamina, such staying power.
No wonder that while we were sitting in the hot scented bath he’d prepared for us my kitty was complaining. She was beat all to hell the greedy bitch, but hell if she wasn’t ready when he lifted me onto his lap and sat me down on his cock with my back to his chest.
I thought for sure we’d spend the whole weekend in bed, that he may not want to be seen out and about with me. I was wrong. Though we snuck out of his home in the limo to avoid the paparazzi, once we were clear of his place, he was like a kid playing hooky from school.
We went walking in the park, licking ice cream cones which I bought because he said it had been years since he’d had one. Since the weather was changing as it came on to the beginning of September, there were people selling hot pretzels in the park as well.
I wasn’t self conscious at all about eating the things I like, not like I’ve been in the past. I didn’t catch him making faces each time I took a bite of something.
And when we got around the park and saw a chocolatier outside one of the main gates, it was he who dragged me out of the park and across the street to the expensive candy shop.
We were gone for hours, just wandering around the park, me in one of his jogging suits that I knew there was no way could fit him because he was so fit and neat.
It did fit me like a second skin, which he seemed to like since he couldn’t keep his hands off my ass. And a pair of tennis shoes he claimed were his mother’s.
And we talked, a lot. So much in fact that I had to keep reminding myself that there were some things I wasn’t supposed to share. I don’t know if he noticed how I skirted some things and avoided certain topics, but he never let on if he did.
Reggie picked us up not much later and took us back to the penthouse where I got my biggest surprise yet. “How….?” I couldn’t even get the words out past my lips.
The couches and chairs in the living room were filled with boxes and packages from the most high end stores on Fifth Ave. I didn’t have to ask if they were for me, because it was obvious from some of the brands that they were ladies only.
And I didn’t think he was so crass as to buy another woman clothes while I was in his bed. “I hope I got the sizes right. If not we’ll take them back and exchange them. Or if you don’t like the colors...”
I was touched, touched because there aren’t that many luxury brands that cater to women my size, but it was obvious he’d done his homework and had found only the best in the city.
“Get dressed in one of the cocktail dresses I chose for you, we’re eating out tonight.” I was more than a little stymied when he did that twirling eyebrow thing, so boyish that it threw me.
In fact, all day he’d been like a different person. Not only because of the street food I’d convinced him to try, but when we stopped to play Frisbee with some kids in the park, or when he dragged me off to one of the fields to watch some guys play soccer.
The way he’d stood behind me with his arms wrapped around my middle had started me dreaming about things that could never be. As great as the day was, and as kind as this gesture, I had to remind myself that this wasn’t meant to last.
I pulled myself back from my depressing thoughts once again, with Wanda’s words ringing in my ear. Just enjoy the feeling. And the feeling was too good not to enjoy.