Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73556 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73556 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
“I like you a hell of a lot, Roman. You’re a mystery. I like solvin’ puzzles.”
“I’m not easily understood, but I do want you to show me how much you like me, then. Give me some sugar.”
She’d only heard her grandfather who’d recently passed away say that, and coming from Roman it sounded comforting—a balm to her soul. Their lips met, and lightning filled her chest, struck down to her core, and her panties soaked with sweet rain. She begrudgingly pulled away and checked the time on her phone.
“You have some breathtaking eyes, Genesis.”
“You don’t care about my eyes right now. You want to fuck me, don’t you?” The words tumbled out of her mouth, and there was no way to corral them back. The brandy had loosened her tongue, made her languid and horny.
“It would be my pleasure. I’d like nothin’ more than to tear your clothes off, suck your titties, eat your gushy, wet pussy like a savage, and fuck you long and strong, all gotdamn night long, while I pull your Goddess braids and make you my personal Venus. You said I’m not humble earlier, and no, I’m not. I’m not about to pretend I am. I’m not modest or shy about my abilities in the bedroom, either. I can fuck incredibly well. Would you like to try me out, baby? To find out how this thick and plentiful inches of masterfully choregraphed and hard-hitting dick feels deep inside of you?”
She chewed her lower lip as a flood swept down her thighs.
“…I sure would.”
He stood so close to her, their bodies were practically crushed together. He grabbed her hand and placed it on his crotch. Her fingers twitched against his groin.
GOOD LORD. His dick was ridiculously long and fat, and she could tell he was semi-hard. There was more to cum. He looked into her eyes, gave her a peck on the lips, then waved the bartender over to bring him the check…
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Condoms from England
Genesis’ footsteps reverberated against the floor as she stepped further into Roman’s downtown digs. The impressive, enormous penthouse in downtown Houston had to have cost a mint. Prime location.
After telling her to make herself comfortable, he disappeared into what appeared to be a large coat closet, leaving the door slightly ajar. She stood there for a bit, taking in her surroundings before walking to the floor to ceiling windows. She looked out at the dark sky that suddenly lit up and flashed with lightning, then noticed a soft drizzle of raindrops beading against the glass. A brontide weaved its way into her ears, blending in with The Prep’s version of ‘As it Was.’
She placed her left hand on the cold glass, and for a moment became transfixed by the sight of cars zooming up and down the busy streets, bright lights flickering from various businesses, and vibrancies of the world around her. At last, she was pulled from her exciting midnight-colored daydreams with a gentle nudge that made her body sway. She saw him in the window reflection by her side—a tall, broad-shouldered man, now shirtless, holding a glass of something clear and iridescent.
“Sparklin’ water.” He handed her the pretty light blue wine glass. “Cleanses the palate,” he added with a wink.
She took the glass, watched him sip from his, then followed suit. Carlina’s, ‘Lucky Girl’ played as her heart and stomach fluttered. She was gazing into some of the most beautiful eyes she’d ever seen.
They said nothing—only smiled, as though they could read each other’s thoughts. On some level, it seemed she did know what he was thinking. They vibed. Beholding one another with a mutual lust fueled an unbreakable connection. She drank half of her water, then went to sit down on one of his big white couches, placing her glass on a marble coaster. He joined her, leaving room between them but close enough for her to see her reflection in his mesmerizing eyes. Something about them made her understand that he’d seen far more in life than he ever should have. Those eyes of his were sexy. Soulful. And they did a damn good job of hiding the hurt, too. She could spot pain though. She could almost smell it on a person, and he reeked of it.
She excused herself to use his restroom. He told her where it was, and she made quick work to get in there, relieve herself, and freshen up. While in the beautiful half-bath, with tiles the color of jade and ivory, she finger-combed her hair, patted a feminine wipe against her pussy in case ol’ girl got a little sweaty from all of the excitement, reapplied her lipstick, and dabbed on a little bit more perfume along her wrists and behind her ears. She returned to him then, sitting right back down beside him on the couch.