Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 121360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
Her orgasms seemed to last forever, but maybe that was just because every second she enjoyed one was a second I had to hold back. But being the gentleman that I was, I kept my shit together, kept my dick hard and penetrating. I slammed into her with my thumb circling her clit, milking every single second of goodness out of the climax.
When her hips stopped bucking and the momentum passed, her eyes opened again and settled on me. Her pleasure had been powerful, but she looked at me like she wanted more, like that was only the beginning. Her hands reached for my chest as her pussy slowly softened around me. “Please come inside me…sir.”
My cock naturally twitched at her choice of words. Anytime a woman wanted my come it was hot, but she put a special spin on it.
“I want it…so much.”
Jesus. Christ. I gripped her by the neck and stared into her face as I finished, giving my final pumps before release. With my eyes fixed on hers like a hunter and its prey, I pounded into her pussy before I felt the explosion from the head of my dick. I ruptured inside her, filled her with so much come that it moved up my dick as I kept thrusting into her. Her little cunt couldn’t take it all. It never could. I moaned as I enjoyed the pleasure that circulated in every single vein. I could feel the heat all the way in my gut, feel the aftershocks of goodness ripple through me. It was a good climax, better than normal. Every time this woman made me come, it was better than the last time.
“That’s exactly what I wanted…” Sweat gleamed in the valley between her tits even though I was the one who did all the fucking. Her hands felt my chiseled stomach as I continued to throb inside her, my dick slowly beginning to soften. “And I want it again…please.”
I loved hearing that word from her mouth.
Please.
Like she had to beg me.
“Please, sir,” I corrected.
Her nipples hardened, and the skin of her cheeks flushed crimson. “Please, sir.”
I woke up the next morning with Mia beside me. Naked and beautiful, she had her hair spread all over my pillow. She smelled like a woman who had been thoroughly fucked the night before. I pressed a kiss to the back of her shoulder when I woke up, aroused by the sight of her beside me.
This was real.
My fantasy was real.
She stirred when she felt me kiss her. She turned over slightly, the sheets slipping below her chest to reveal her beautiful tits. “Morning.”
“Morning.” I trailed kisses from the back of her neck all the way down her spine. I kept moving when I reached the top of her ass, and I knew she didn’t expect me to keep going. When I did, her skin covered in bumps, and she tensed noticeably. I moved right between her cheeks, over her asshole, and down to her pussy. I kissed her there, tasting our fluids mixed together from the night before.
She was absolutely still, her breathing nonexistent and her eyes closed. Her hard nipples told me she liked it.
I knew I liked it.
I kissed the back of her shoulder again. “I want breakfast in forty-five minutes, after my workout.” I kicked the sheets back and hopped out of bed. I pulled out my gym shorts and t-shirt without looking back at her.
She didn’t mouth a single protest, knowing she had to earn her keep. She didn’t get to live in a beautiful home like this for free. She got up and pulled on the t-shirt I’d discarded the night before on the floor. “What would you like, sir?”
As much as it turned me on to hear her call me that, she didn’t need to say it all the time. “Use sir after dinner. Carter is fine for now.”
“What would like, Carter?”
“Egg whites and veggies.”
“Do we have any groceries?”
“No. Take the car to the store. Keys are in the entryway. I turned off the thumbprint activation for you.”
Both of her eyebrows rose. “You’re going to let me drive your car?”
“For now. I’ll get you something else soon.”
“But you’re going to let me drive your car?” she repeated. “It’s like a million-dollar car.”
My fingers moved underneath her chin. The second I touched her, she softened. “You’re the strongest woman I know. You can handle it, sweetheart.” I kissed her on the lips before I turned away.
I headed to my private gym, did a rigorous workout, then took a quick shower before I arrived downstairs. The dining room had a nice view of the front of the estate. I sat there in my sweatpants with my laptop and got to work on emails and setting up meetings.
Exactly as I wanted, Mia brought my morning coffee and served breakfast—in silence.