Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95173 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95173 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
“You’re going to come?” I ask her, bending and sucking in her clit and then nipping it. “Come for me,” I tell her, and she does. She comes over and over again. One leads into another, and when she is finished, I get up and walk over to the side table to grab a condom. I open my robe and slip the condom on, letting the robe fall to the floor around my feet. She hasn’t moved from her position; her eyes are glazed over, and she licks her lips.
“Ready?” I ask her, getting on my knees in front of her. She nods, and I rub my cock up and down her slit and then sink in. “Fuck,” I hiss as her pussy squeezes me so hard I can hardly move. My hand goes to her waist, and I slowly move her on the chaise onto my cock. I pound into her over and over again, and each time, she gets tighter and tighter. I watch my cock disappear into her, and then I pull out, and she moans again. “Bend over,” I tell her, getting up, and she gets up and turns herself over the chaise. Her hands going to the back of the chaise as she leans over. “Put your knees on the chaise,” I tell her, keeping my cock in my hand as I watch her get into position, her pussy so wet it glistens. I don’t take my time with her; I just ram into her over and over again. “Play with your clit,” I tell her. “I need to come,” I say, and she does. I feel her fingers grab my balls and squeeze, and I ravish her over and over again until we both come.
Chapter Fifteen
Vivienne
“See, I told you the croissants would be great in the bath,” Mark tells me while he grabs another one from the crushed white box and hands it to me. I smile at him; we just spent the past six hours lost in each other. Just knowing I was going to see him today, I tossed and turned, and then finally at six thirty, I got a car to take me here. I grab the glass of champagne that he brought me when he went down to retrieve the croissants.
“Champagne and croissants,” I say, taking a sip of my champagne. “And a lukewarm bath. Perfect combination.” I laugh and then look back at him. His bronze chest sports a few more bite marks to the one I left the last time. Something about that just turns me on even more.
“What do you want to eat for dinner?” he asks me, and I just shrug. I don’t let on that I was going to leave as soon we got out of the bath. I don’t tell him that I wasn’t even going to take a bath. When he left the room, I thought about getting up and getting dressed, but then the other side of my head said just lie there in his bed.
“I was going to head …” I start to say, and he looks at me with a weird face. “What?”
“You didn’t even visit with Elsa,” he says, and I put my head back and laugh out loud, something I am always doing with him.
“Well, then, if I have to visit with Elsa,” I tell him, “then I have to stay for dinner.”
“Chinese,” he tells me, and I nod, grabbing the champagne and sipping the cool bubbly. “Or pizza.”
“God, no more pizza,” I tell him. “I had to babysit for three days, and we ate pizza every single day.”
“Why?” he asks softly, taking a foot in his hand and rubbing it.
“Well, because, according to the kids, it’s the best food on earth. Ever and ever.” I tell him what the kids told me.
“Well, Chinese it is,” he says, leaning over and kissing my lips. “I’ll go order it.” When he stands, I look at his thick legs, and then my eyes go to my favorite place. Even hanging, it’s the biggest I’ve ever had. Then my eyes travel up his six-pack to his perfect pecs and that beard. “You keep looking at me like that, and we may flood the bathroom.” And just like that, I’m not hungry anymore.
He steps out of the tub and grabs his plush white robe with an M monogrammed on it. He turns and walks into his dressing area attached to his walk-in closet and comes back with a box. “What is that?”
“I got you something,” he says, and I glare at him. “Nothing alive,” he says, and I smile.
“I’ll leave it here for you.” He puts it beside the tub, and I get up and grab the white box.
I open the top and then see the white tissue with blue under it. I open it, and I have no choice but to laugh. It’s a baby blue plush robe with all kinds of fish over it. “Figured that would be okay.”