Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
I wouldn’t ask for more than one night. I’d take it and be happy that I don’t have to hold these feelings so deep inside. For one night, I’d get to feel him inside me and call his name as if we could be more.
I’m tired of masturbating to my thoughts of him. Now, I know he’s not against Black women and I can’t shove this hurt away. I wish I could rid this ache from my body. I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my life.
I know he’s keeping something from me, but I don’t even care. One night, that’s all I ask. It would be my one and only one-night stand. Surely, my future husband can’t begrudge me that.
I would give Dario my all in that one night. I’d show him how much I care for him with my body and then…In the morning, I’d breathe and act like it never happened. I’d hold it in my heart like I’ve held all my feelings for him.
That’s my one wish.
I look up and stare into space. I work my jaw as I try to filter through my thoughts. There’s a part of me that knows I should go to my room, shower, and forget what I’ve read. Then there’s the part of me that wants to grant her wish.
I just don’t know if I can. Can I have Carleen and walk away for her to find someone else and forget about me? I don’t think I have that in me. However, she’s going to marry someone someday and I’ll be forgotten.
Just the thought of it makes me sick to my stomach. Images of her body covered in oil as I run my palms over her skin fill my head—but it looks like she’s in love with me as much as I’m in love with her—this would be a fucked-up thing to do.
I grab the bottle of wine and uncork it. Walking to my room, I drain the rest of the bottle as I try to forget what I’ve read.
Fuck me.
Chapter 7
What We Want
Carleen
The bed dips and I groan. Rolling onto my other side, I’m faced with the scent of alcohol and Dario. I would know his scent anywhere. It’s subtle because we work in a kitchen, but it still clings to his skin in a fresh way.
I go to burrow into the scent when I realize it shouldn’t be in my bed. I open my eyes to find his hazel gaze locked on mine. Before I can say a word, he captures my lips and kisses me deeply.
I moan into his mouth and lock my fingers in his hair. My senses kick in when he reaches to palm my ass, rolls me onto my back, and settles between my legs. I wrap my bare legs around his waist and his naked skin is the first thing I register.
I have to be dreaming. He groans as his thick erection pokes into me. My eyes fly open, and I break the kiss. Dario starts to kiss his way down my neck to my collarbone. My skin feels like it’s sizzling with each press of his lips.
“You’re so beautiful. I’ve always thought you were gorgeous. I’ve wanted this body since I was sixteen. If things were different…I do care about you, Carleen.”
He says all this while caressing my body and moving lower. I fell asleep in my panties and bra, leaving me bare to him as he pulls the covers back and settles on his stomach with his face in my core. My brain still hasn’t kicked in yet.
I hold my breath as he licks my inner thigh. Lifting to his knees, he peels my panties down my legs, then lifts my leg to drag his lips and tongue against my skin until he reaches my apex. Tossing my leg over his shoulder, he dives in for my honeypot.
I finally find my words. “Dario, what are you doing?”
He looks up at me as he slowly licks through my folds. His hazel eyes blazing with desire. My heart skips a beat. He kisses my inner thigh once more.
“I’m giving you your wish and putting us both out of our misery,” he murmurs and returns to feasting on me.
I close my eyes and fist the sheets. Oh God, am I dreaming? I have to be dreaming. His mouth is a work of art. I normally hate receiving oral sex, but Dario has the right amount of skill and patience to allow me to enjoy this experience. Or at least, that’s what I think until he intensifies things and I have to try to crawl away from him.
He looks me in the eyes and smiles. I bow off the mattress, pleading with him for mercy. He reaches for my hand and pries it from the sheet to link our fingers together as he continues to eat my pussy like the special of the day.