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)
Fuck, the things this woman did to me.
“Bastien.” She said my name like she’d been desperate to say it all day, like it was hanging on the edge of her tongue.
I carried her to the small bedroom and threw her on the bed.
She gave a cry when she bounced, but her eyes were lit up with that same intense passion only I could satisfy.
I’d never taken off my pants so fast. Boots were kicked off. Boxers were down and on the hardwood floor.
She stared at me like I was the finest piece of meat she’d ever seen.
I grabbed her hips and dragged her to the edge of the bed before I hooked my fingers into that little black thong and tugged it free. Then I slid my arms underneath her thighs and opened her wide to kiss that aching pussy.
She let out a cry as she arched her back. “God…”
I fucked her with my mouth, sucked her clit hard between my lips and made her wince, worshipped that pussy for the perfection that it was. I loved her taste, loved the way she was wet before I made any effort to make her that way. I didn’t go down on a woman for a one-night stand, but I was happy to get on my knees and stick my face between her sexy thighs. I could do this all fucking night.
She dug her fingers into my hair, and she rocked her hips against me, grinding her sex right into my face because it felt damn good. Her pants and cries rose, her hips bucking harder. “Stop…”
I sucked her clit and lips hard into my mouth.
She moaned again. “Wait…don’t make me come.”
I smiled against her pussy. “That’s the first time I’ve heard that.”
She lifted herself on her arms and dragged her body away before she opened her knees wide, beckoning my hips to slide in between her soft thighs. “I only want to come with you inside me.” Her sex gleamed from my kisses. It was red from how hard I’d sucked on her.
This was the only woman who made my dick twitch like a fucking slingshot. I moved over the bed on top of her and slid between her thighs, my dick smashing through her entrance and sliding deep inside in a single motion.
She moaned in my ear and clawed at my back as she folded underneath me.
I pounded into her with the pace of a sprinting horse, my face pressed close to hers, watching her eyes collect tears because she was about to come. “Come, sweetheart. Come all over my dick.”
Her pussy tightened before she cried out, squeezing the tears from the corners of her eyes and making them streak down her cheeks. Her nails dug into me, and she panted and cried as she felt the enormous explosion inside her little pussy. “Bastien…” She already boosted my ego enough, but saying my name was the cherry on the sundae.
I felt the slickness increase, felt all the cream she made for me. It coated my dick to the balls. “I love this pussy.” Pussy had all been the same to me, tight and wet and the perfect hole for my hard dick, but her pussy was a fucking rose garden in Versailles. It was the queen of pussies, worthy of a crown made of gold and rubies, the only place my dick ever wanted to go. I fisted her hair and gripped it like a leash before I pressed my face to her cheek. “I fucking love this pussy.”
Chapter 15
Fleur
Be there in 10 mins.
I took a breath when I saw his message, standing in the black dress with the enormous slit up the thigh. It was the most expensive piece of clothing I owned at the moment, straight from Versace. I paired it with heels from Saint Laurent. I wore a diamond necklace, but it was fake, and I hoped no one would be snooty enough to notice the difference.
I hadn’t wanted to spend more of his money, so I hadn’t bought a coat to go with it. I would just be cold during the walk from the car to the entry doors. And I could always move in closer to Bastien if I needed warmth.
I left the apartment and stepped out of the double doors to the building. It was a Saturday evening, so the sidewalk was packed with people heading to dinner or drinks. My heels were wobbly on the cobblestone as I made it to the edge of the sidewalk.
The SUV rounded the corner and came to a stop in front of me.
Bastien appeared in a tuxedo, his blond hair slicked back, looking like a million bucks.
More like a billion.
He stepped out, and he looked me over appreciatively. “Money well spent.” He nodded for me to step inside, and when I did, he gave me a gentle spank on the ass. He climbed into the chair beside me then moved his hand to my thigh, his fingertips just underneath my dress, his arm so big and long that he could reach across the aisle with ease.