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)
My phone lit up with a text message from Luca. Heading to Crazy Horse.
Again? It was a cabaret show similar to Moulin Rouge, more of a tourist spot than a local place.
I’m fucking one of the girls.
Then why do you want me to come?
Because there’s a bar—and other girls.
I’ll pass.
What’s your deal, asshole?
I’ve already got a girl here.
So? She probably won’t even notice you’re gone.
I chuckled out loud. Fuck you, Luca.
Just get back before sunrise.
Take one of the other guys.
You know you’re my boy.
Have fun, Luca.
His messages stopped.
I checked my emails then went through the mail on my desk. There was an invitation for the annual gala at Luxembourg Palace, another obligation to see one another as if we didn’t see one another enough as it was. A black-tie event, one that I attended solo every year. I set it aside then went through the rest.
Luca texted me again. You still seeing that same girl? The married one?
Yes.
He had no follow-up question to that.
I worked for a couple of hours, and when I finally felt tired enough, I returned to bed. She’d made her way to the center of the bed, curled up in the blankets like a fish caught in a net. I slid in beside her and did my best not to shift the mattress too much.
But it was enough, because her eyes opened, tired and dazed, and she looked at me for a long second, like this was a dream. Then her eyes filled with soft affection, like the sight of me brought inexplicable joy, and she moved into me like a child reunited with her favorite stuffed teddy bear.
I circled my arms around her and held her close, watching her use my shoulder as a pillow.
Her arm draped over my waist, and she tucked her leg between my knees before she released a sigh and fell right back into deep sleep.
I hadn’t been tired a moment ago, but the sight of her at peace made my eyes grow heavy—and I fell asleep.
I was dead asleep when I felt it, a warm mouth around my dick.
A dream suddenly came to me, Fleur on her knees on the rug around my bed, trying to suck a dick that was far too big for her little mouth. My breathing changed, my body felt tight, and pleasure burned me from the inside out.
I automatically reached for her hair, my hand coming into contact with the softness that I had fisted countless times. I was aware of the warmth in the room, the sunlight through the crack in the curtains, the tightness in my balls.
My eyes found the strength to open, and I looked down to see her ass in the air, her mouth buried in my crotch. She grabbed my dick by the base to support its weight as she pushed her mouth over my length, barely making it past the halfway mark before she needed to withdraw to take a breath.
I propped my head up on my arm and watched her for a while, watched her eat my dick like a pancake breakfast.
Her eyes flicked up to look at me, mouth full of dick, that fine ass still in the air.
I wanted to come in her mouth, but she turned me on so much that it drove me insane, made me desperate to fuck her as hard as I could. I gripped the back of her head, and I forced her back, watching my dick slip from her lips and flop against my stomach. “Come here.” Instead of directing her on top of me, I guided her beside me and shoved her face into the sheets. Her ass naturally popped up, and I moved behind her, my dick already slick from her tongue. I slipped inside her without resistance because she was more than ready for me.
She gave a cry when I shoved my full girth inside her, her screams muffled against the sheets because I continued to pin her neck down. I pounded into her like a whore from the brothel rather than a woman I actually cared for—and she seemed to like it. Her mascara bled onto the sheets, and her sharp nails dug into my knees from where she reached back and gripped me.
“You like that, sweetheart?” I fisted her hair and pushed her cheek to the sheets, her face turned so she could breathe. I usually gave her a fraction of my size, but this time, I gave it all to her, saw her wince through the pain, but she never protested. She took it like a champ—took it like it was her job.
“Yes…yes.”
I continued to pound into her hard, never slowing my pace or having to edge myself, not when I was still partially asleep, my mind and body not fully connected. It allowed me to give it to her ruthlessly, harder than she anticipated.