Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
“So you really want to make babies with me?” I like the sound of hope in her voice.
“Why the fuck do you think I’ve been fucking you so hard and so often?”
Dante
That night was the first we spent together with nothing between us. No secrets, and no hidden agendas. Everything was in the clear now. We’d both put all our cards on the table.
I learned that she knew me almost as well as I know her and wondered how the hell that had happened. Damn girl had made a study outta me; like a lab rat.
After I fucked her that first time after the talk we’d gone downstairs to raid the kitchen. It was the first time she’d had any real appetite since she’d been here.
We cooked together and I let her get like three bites of pasta before I was stripping her shirt off at the dinner table. Well my shirt really. I haven’t let her wear much of anything since she came here. In fact, most of her shit was still in the trunk of my car.
I stripped her at the table and pushed my plate away so I could spread her out in front of me. Nothing had changed. I don’t know why I’d expected it to, I just did.
But now that she knew she had me, though I still haven’t told her that I’m in love with her, the only difference I notice is that she’s freer with me, more relaxed. Which is a good thing.
She’s also becoming bolder, though she still blushes. But she no longer tries to hide herself from me, and she’s not ashamed to tell me what she wants. All because of one conversation.
Me, I’m still waiting for that other side to show up. The one that wraps you up with a sulk or a pout and make you give into shit you had no plans to.
Our weekend was spent pretty much the same as all the days before. Only I let her out in the garden to walk around while I took care of some phone calls and then I fucked her by the pool because why not.
By the time Monday rolled around she was a fucked out mess and I had the energy of ten men. I guess she’s good to have around for more reasons than one.
“Let’s get some ointment in you then I gotta go.” She’d just complained that her pussy was hurting. I know she did that shit because she saw me getting dressed. Her spoilt ass had grown accustomed to having me all to herself I guess.
“Where are you going?” She grabbed my hand and gave me the big sad eyes. I brushed her wild midnight curls back from her face with my large hand and kissed her cheek.
“I have some things to do in the city, I won’t be long. I’m taking the jet.” Yeah, because I haven’t left the house since I brought you home. One week of absence was okay, I’d already spread the lie about taking the yacht out, but now it was back to work day.
She pouted and I sucked on her lip. “I know baby, but your Dante have a business to run, I can’t stay fucking you all day everyday.” She got that look in her eye that I have come to know only too well. Fuck!
I walked her into the bathroom and sat on the closed toilet seat lid while she stood in front of me so I could rub ointment into her sore pussy. Of course I took one look and got a whiff of her snatch and ended up giving her my mouth first.
She left the room happy while I stayed back to get cleaned up. I walked back into the bedroom to find her laid back on the bed giving me that look that I think she knows pretty much owns my ass. I knew this shit was gonna happen. Damn, it didn’t take her any time at all.
“Dammit Lara, I just got through rubbing ointment in your snatch, don’t complain to me if it hurts.” I was already shedding my slacks and silk boxers before pulling my shirt off without unbuttoning the shit so that buttons went flying around the room.
She spread her legs for me and gave me that look that warms my heart and makes me feel ten feet tall. And I was still wondering why it was that I never felt like I needed something new.
I’ve fucked her more in one week than I’ve ever fucked anyone else before and there was no sign that I was losing interest in her.
Always before I’d get bored with the same pussy. That’s something I’d worried about in the beginning when I first plotted to take her and make her mine. There was always the possibility that she would be no different from all the rest.