Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 68688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
She was quiet for a very long time. Probably minutes. “And why did they choose you?”
“I was well-connected in the criminal underworld in my previous profession.”
“Which was?”
I smiled slightly. “A hit man.”
She continued to stare at me with that steel-like gaze, her thoughts a mystery.
I was afraid that she would leave and never come back. That she would realize I was dangerous by association and she should avoid me at all costs. But I wouldn’t lie to her—not even to keep her.
“You need not fear me, sweetheart.”
Her eyes had wandered elsewhere in her thoughts. It took her a moment to look at me again. “I don’t.”
“Good.”
“I probably should, but I don’t.”
I watched her green eyes, saw the way she argued with herself on the inside, the way she tried to understand the severity of her predicament.
“I just don’t really care…about anything.”
She straddled my hips, her skirt still on and bunched around her hips, her thong on the rug in front of the fire. She pulled her shirt off over her head, her hair catching the fabric and being pulled until it came free.
Before the shirt was gone, I had already unclasped her bra and set her tits free. Her perky, perfect tits. I moaned when I saw them then sealed my mouth over one nipple and sucked hard enough to make her wince.
I squeezed her ass under her skirt then gave her a hard smack before I squeezed it again. “Fuck, sweetheart.” I kissed her collarbone then her neck, digging my hand into her hair and yanking her head back to expose more of her throat. “You turn me the fuck on.” I spanked her ass again before I lifted her to get my dick inside, so eager to feel that snug channel that would come all over me. I guided her on top of me then gripped her hip as I pulled her onto me, moaning when I felt that tight little pussy seal me like an airlock.
She took a deep breath when she felt me fill her, and then she moaned, moaned like it was the best dick she’d ever had, rolled her head back and closed her eyes like the sexiest little thing ever.
She planted her hands against my chest, and she arched her back farther than I thought was possible. Her stomach was tight because she flexed, her perfect tits in my face, and she started to ride me nice and slow, taking her time, looking into my eyes with her lips slightly parted, taking my dick like it was a fucking honor.
“You like that dick, sweetheart?”
Her answer was breathless. “Yes.”
I gripped her hips, my thumbs over her belly, and I pushed my hips up to meet her when she came down, the two of us fucking better than we breathed. My hands stretched over her ass where it poked out from her skirt, and I squeezed hard, loving the feel of that meat in my grip.
She started to bounce faster, rolling her hips when she reached my base and coming back up again, her tits shifting with her movements. The fire was in the hearth behind her, her beautiful skin aglow from the flames, and soon, I saw a sheen of sweat over her fair skin. “I fucking love this dick.”
I spanked her ass hard. “Attagirl.”
We were moving hard and fast together, and like any man, I was at the mercy of my dick, this fine piece of woman bringing me to my knees. She hadn’t reached her peak, while I was right at the finish line, so I did what I had to do.
I slipped my hand under her skirt and rubbed that clit like my life depended on it.
She moaned louder than before, her nails slicing my chest, her nipples hardening at the touch.
I licked my thumb before I rubbed her hard, making her hips convulse like she’d lost her motor functions. She panted and moaned, and then she grabbed on to my shoulder and lifted herself onto the balls of her feet, holding the weight of her body on her thighs, and bounced on my dick harder. “Jesus fucking Christ.” It was like she did it on purpose, tried to beat me at some sick game. She raised herself to the top of my dick then dropped down all the way to the base before she did it again, her cream building up and dripping over my balls, her slickness a mess on the couch.
So fucking hot.
But I won the game—and she came all over me. She fell into my chest and locked her arms around my neck as she convulsed, moaning in my ear, her tears catching on the skin of my neck.
I spanked her again and again, making her cry out as she finished, making that beautiful ass red and welted from my handprint. Because she’d done all the work up to this point, I rolled her over and pinned her in the corner of the couch, bending her so I could pound into her, my ass on display to the fire, my dick balls deep in that slick paradise. I pounded into her so hard I made the couch shift over on the rug.