Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 52355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Probably not the best idea. Instead, I take a shower, unpack, and start a load of laundry. It’s rare that I have several hours without anything to do, so I take advantage of the time and work on the cedar chest I’m building in my garage.
It’s a slow process because I’m teaching myself how to do it with DIY videos, books, and trial and error. It doesn’t really matter when I finish the piece. It’s more of a way for me to relax.
Though it’s impossible to keep my mind from Mila, I make progress sanding the chest and putting another coat of stain on it. I quit working around 5:00 p.m., ordering Italian food for dinner and changing into some clean clothes.
It’s 5:45 p.m. when I hear one of the garage doors open. Mila can’t get to her vehicles because of the fire so she’s driving my Range Rover, which has an garage opener in it.
She walks into the house from the garage, slipping out of her heels and releasing her hair from a bun. Long, dark waves fall down her back. I picture that hair fanning across my pillow and my cock twitches behind my pants.
“Hey,” she says, her eyes softening when she sees me.
“Hey.”
She walks over to me and puts her arms around my waist, leaning against my chest and looking up at me. “You look good. And you smell good, too. Like a tree.”
I lower my mouth to hers, kissing her softly. She tightens her hold on me and I deepen the kiss as she moans.
“I want you,” she murmurs. “And I have a birth control implant. I’m clean and I checked your medical records this afternoon, so we”
I laugh, still completely turned on by Mila being Mila, and smooth a hand over her silky hair. “You checked? You could’ve asked me.”
“I know, but I didn’t want to…” She lowers her voice to a whisper. “Text that.”
“It’s fine. We get tested every few months and I’m clean.”
She smiles, her amber eyes warm. “So then, Mr. Harrison…”
“So then, Mrs. Harrison.”
She steps back and takes a handful of my T-shirt, leading me into the bedroom. Once we’re inside, she starts to unbutton her black suit jacket.
“No,” I tell her. “I want you to walk over to the bench at the foot of the bed, bend over, and put your hands on it.
She licks her lips and immediately complies, putting both palms on the bench. My erection is like a steel rod as I pull her pencil skirt up around her hips, making her inhale sharply.
“Fuck yes.” I smooth a hand over her white satin panties, just a tiny V that barely covers her.
Her ass is round and perfect. I pull my T-shirt off over my head and bend to place a kiss on one cheek. She gasps as I tug on the strip of fabric, creating friction against her pussy. When she looks at me over her shoulder and our eyes lock, her lusty expression makes me flip her around.
I take off her jacket, then reach around to unzip the skirt, and tug it to the ground. The silky dark pink top she had on beneath the jacket is next, leaving her in just her white bra and panties.
“Don’t play with me for the next hour,” she says, her eyes never leaving mine. “Fuck me. I want it hard and I want it now.”
Fuck. I’d love to bury myself in her this second and give her exactly what she asked for. But I know what I want and I think she’ll want it too once she experiences it.
I cup her chin and tilt her face up toward mine. “Your control ends when we walk into the bedroom. Take off my shorts and suck my cock.”
Her eyes widen slightly and for a second, I think she may protest. But instead, she dives forward, pulling down my shorts and boxers, and dropping to her knees.
It’s been nearly two months since I had sex, so when she swirls her tongue around the head of my shaft, I groan, need coursing through me.
She licks and sucks my crown, while sliding her hand up and down, knowing exactly how to make me feel the most pleasure. I wind my fingers into her hair, holding onto it as I fuck her mouth.
It’s so good that I have to slow down and soon after, stop. It’s not this I’ve been fantasizing about since the moment I woke up this morning but feeling her pussy clench around me.
I help her to her feet, unfasten her bra, and ease her onto the bed. Her breasts are firm and round, her nipples already pebbled when I run the tip of my tongue over them. I can’t get enough of her tits. No matter how much my hands and mouth get, I want more.