Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
I grab my base and guide myself to her breasts, and then grab both of them and squeeze the flesh around my throbbing length.
She stares down as I fuck her tits, moving my hips back and forth, making growling noises with each thrust.
I squeeze harder, dappling her breasts red as I make her flesh tight around my cock.
Not as tight as her hot virgin slit will be when I finally slip inside of her, but tight enough to make the veins bulge in my neck and the fiery friction of my cock to start to deafen all my other sensations.
Faster and faster, I pound those tits, until the computer chair is creaking and whining as it rocks with the motions, back and forth as I do whatever the hell I want with her made-to-fuck tits.
Minutes go by and I stare down at the sight of them, her hands pinned behind her back because she’s a good sex goddess and does exactly as she’s told.
“Suck your fingers,” I snarl.
“Like this?” she moans, bringing her two fingers to her mouth and bobbing her head in motion with my thrusts.
“Open your eyes w-wide,” I growl.
She does as she’s told, fucking her own mouth with her fingers as those big greens are wide, staring at me innocently, almost like a deer caught in the headlights as I have my way with her inexperienced big juicy breasts.
Soon the end of my cock is buzzing like it’s about to explode and I can’t take it anymore.
“Open your mouth,” I growl. “I’m unloading into those pouting fucking lips. Now, Jade.”
She lets her hand drop and opens her mouth, and then I take her by the shoulders and push my cock forward, meaning to drive into her mouth and empty my hot seed onto her tongue.
But at the last second, she brings her hand up and curls it warmly around my shaft, pumping back and forth as she brings her lips to the tip and sucks, and then swirls her tongue around the end.
I almost roar as my seed pumps hotly up my shaft and explodes onto her tongue.
She closes her eyes in shock and I expect her to pull away, but a moment later she opens them all sassy, completely taking control of the moment as she twists and pumps the base of my shaft with her hand.
Her throat shifts as she swallows my seed.
I stumble back, my cock wilting, my heart thudding so heavily it’s like a drumbeat is coursing through every part of me.
She runs her tongue over her lips as a crimson blush spreads across her cheeks.
“I don’t know what came over me then,” she says.
“I do,” I growl passionately. “Your instincts. They know what to do. And they will know what to do when it’s time for me to shoot my seed into your womb, too. Do you see now, Jade? Your body knows what to do. You don’t have to be nervous.”
Our eyes meet and for a moment I think she’s going to frown or tell me I’m being stupid.
But then a bright as the sun smile lights up her face.
Reality shifts for a moment and I see her smiling in that same way after giving birth, her face lit up with the joy of our children, our future, our life.
Chapter Fifteen
Jade
“Okay, now I really feel like I’m in a dream,” I say as Jamie leads me up the private staircase of Chaleur, the most high class restaurant in the city.
Everybody who lives here has heard of the one-thousand dollar menu and the Gatsby-like décor – with its jazz band and chandeliers and golden glitter seemingly everywhere, but somehow not becoming gaudy for all that – but I’m guessing far fewer people know that there’s a secret staircase that goes up the side of the three story building.
One wall of the staircase is built of one-way glass, meaning that I can look down on the restaurant and its patrons, the men in suits or tuxedos and the women in their glamorous dresses.
“Why is this here?” I ask.
Jamie’s hand slides up my back as we ascend higher and higher.
I turn to him, struggling to fit this suave CEO with the beast who emerged in the bedroom, his blue eyes turning feral, his lips twisted like a handsome freaking warrior.
Now he wears his suit casually like armor, a smirk touching his nonchalant lips.
“The previous owner had it installed for security purposes,” Jamie says. “I didn’t see the sense it having it removed.”
“Wait, you own Chaleur?” I gasp.
His smirk tics and light dances playfully in his eyes.
“Well, yeah,” he says. “Didn’t I mention that?”
“Um, no,” I giggle, jabbing him playfully in the side.
“It’s perfect,” he says, as we reach the top of the staircase and head for the gold gilded doors. “Now I get you all to myself. I don’t have to endure a bunch of suited goons staring at you.”