Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
So I decided to organize my stuff in his room. I hadn’t really unpacked my things because I’d spent most of my time being naked. I hung up my clothes in the closet and sectioned off my wardrobe by occasion. My finer dresses went into a different section, and my everyday wear was pushed to the front. Conway didn’t mind making room for all my things, but his walk-in closet would allow it.
When I organized my stuff in the bathroom, placing my makeup bag in the drawer and my hair products in the cabinet, I came across a box of tampons. Conway had thrown some of my used toiletries away, so these were either new, or he bought them when I returned.
But when I looked at them, I realized I hadn’t had my period yet.
According to my calculations, I should have started three days ago.
The terror gripped my heart, but it quickly faded away when I realized how absurd I was being. Three days wasn’t enough to cause a panic, and that shot I took was still good for a while longer.
I had nothing to worry about.
Conway came home later that night, later than usual.
“Long day?”
“You could say that.” He pulled off his tie and dropped it on the ground. The rest of his clothes were placed in piles on the floor, breadcrumbs throughout the bedroom.
His clothes were too expensive and important to leave on the ground, so I trailed behind him and picked them up. I put them on a hanger to be dry-cleaned once Dante collected the laundry after dinner.
“What are you doing?” he asked when he was just in his boxers.
“You shouldn’t leave your clothes on the ground.”
“They’re dirty.”
“I highly doubt they are, and even if that’s true, they don’t belong on the ground. They’ll get wrinkled.”
“That’s why they’re being dry-cleaned.”
I shot him a glare.
He smiled in return. “Alright…I’ll hang them up next time.”
I placed everything on the hanger by the door so Dante could fetch it later. “So, how was the studio?”
“Well, Lacey Lockwood decided to take off.”
“Take off in what way?” I asked.
“She decided to join Lady Lingerie with Andrew.”
“Oh…” I didn’t see that coming. “I’m surprised.”
“He took a dig at me.” Conway ran his fingers through his hair. While this was a stressful situation, he spoke like it was nothing to be concerned about. “He knows I won’t use you as a model, so he took my top performer. He overpaid for her and he knows it, but he doesn’t care about losing the money in this situation. Putting me out makes it worth it.” He lay back on the bed, sexy in just his black boxers. He pulled the front of his shorts down and revealed his long cock. Then he patted his stomach, silently commanding me to get on top of him.
“That’s how you ask for sex now?” I asked with a laugh.
“I’m not asking,” he said seriously.
I removed my shirt and panties then straddled his hips. I pointed his crown at my entrance then slid him inside, feeling his thick cock stretch me right away.
He gripped my ass cheeks. “My come still in here?”
“Yeah…pretty sure.”
He dug his fingers into my ass. “Good.” He guided me up and down his length, his eyes locked on mine.
I held myself up, arched my back, and sheathed his cock over and over. I worked up a sweat immediately since I was doing all the work. He lay there and enjoyed me, aroused by the sight of me working so hard to take him. “What are you going to do now?”
He palmed one of my tits in his hand. “I don’t know.”
I pushed him deeper inside me, feeling his old come and my arousal sheathe him down to the balls. My movements slowed every time I felt the wave of pleasure wash over me. “I have an idea…”
“Unless it involves your mouth around my cock, save it for later.” He guided me up and down aggressively, making me take his cock deeper and harder.
“What if I model for you this time?” I asked through heavy breaths. “Lacey was your best model and—”
“No.” He gripped the back of my neck, seizing control. “Now shut up and fuck me.”
I listened to his command and took his dick over and over. His hand loosened on the back of my neck, and he moaned with my movements, the sound erupting from him. “Like that, Muse…”
I watched the arousal deepen in his gaze, watched the way his jaw tightened as I rode his dick the way he liked. His look of enjoyment and the feeling of his cock inside me put me on the brink of pleasure. Rubbing my clit against his hard body pushed me over the edge. I fucked his dick harder as I came, my hips convulsing and my pussy tightening. I covered his dick with my come and felt the air escape my lungs. “Conway…” I loved saying his name when I came, loved worshiping this man for everything he made me feel.