Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
And the never-ending, always-pulsing weakness—-
Aaaaaaaaaah.
Her body jerked one last time, and she squeezed her eyes shut, wishing it could last forever.
Please, please, please.
She felt the body shift and dip, and her eyes slowly drifted open.
Oh God.
He had one knee on the bed, and then another, until her body was between his legs, and he was kneeling over her, blue eyes trained on her while his hand stroked his big, hard cock.
Oh, oh, oh God.
She didn't even hesitate, didn't wait for him to ask, Kady raising herself on her elbows as her lips parted.
Inch by inch, his cock carefully thrust inside her mouth.
She began to lick, and his fingers gently threaded through her locks.
She started sucking, and his grip on her hair tightened.
She sucked harder, and he began to guide the movement of her head.
Oh God.
Deeper and deeper his cock went, until its head was hitting the back of her throat, but even as it almost made her gag, she refused to let go, wanting and needing to make him come the way he had taken her to heaven and back.
Closing her eyes, she concentrated on pleasuring him, and soon she could feel him starting to shudder, and his thrusts began to lose its steady pace. He was shoving his cock harder and faster now, harder and harder, faster and faster—-
She cried out as the first stream of cum shot down her throat. Another one followed. And another and another, until she lost count, and all she could do was drink all of it in, to the very last creamy drop.
Her eyes closed as she felt him carefully pull his cock out of her mouth, and her back fell against the bed, her heart still beating, her breasts still aching, and her quivering mound still sticky and wet between her legs.
Sometime later, she felt him carry her back into his arms, and by the time she managed to open her eyes, he had already stepped inside a whirlpool tub and was lowering both of them into the warm, bubbling water.
He cupped her chin as their eyes met, asking softly, "No regrets?"
"None," she whispered. "But..."
"What is it?"
"We didn't really..." She bit her lip, but the pinkish tint of her cheeks told him enough, and he knew she was wondering why she was still a virgin.
"Because there's no need to rush..." His voice lowered. "And I'm looking forward to taking my time savoring you."
Pretty Woman
"Always forgive your enemies - nothing annoys them so much." ~ Oscar Wilde
A COLLECTIVE GROAN rose from the men already seated around the table when Slade strode in, with the other billionaire still acting like a swaggering live-action piece of advertisement.
"For fuck's sake, man," Leander Knight growled. "It's been what, two weeks already?"
But Slade only smiled, and his good mood remained impervious even as the other members began cursing a blue streak.
Hartland's resident mechanic had indeed been right about it being two weeks since Kady had started spending the nights in his bed. And those two weeks, Slade reflected, had been extremely good. He had always been the type of lover to derive much pleasure from delayed gratification, and so when he had told Kady he intended to savor her, he had meant it. But what he hadn't counted at all was just how enjoyable that process would turn out to be.
She had already been fascinating to begin with and had only grown more so when she became his lover. The seemingly instinctive urge to run away from him was still there, but now she was also actively resisting it, and this inner battle tended to lead to the most entertaining situations.
He would ask her to sit on his lap in full view of other people, and she would do so with a robotic expression that made Kady seem like she had a mime's mask on. And when Farica had asked her why she looked the way she did, Kady had answered - also in a robotic voice - it was because she was really happy inside but was too shy to show it.
Other times, he would ask her to feed him, just to torture her of course, and she would once again say yes. She would even insist on cooking for him, but when it was time for her to perform the actual feeding, her embarrassment would once again get the better of her, and she would end up quickly shoving the spoon into his mouth that he had almost choked on it.
And those were just the things that happened during the day, which - as fun as they were - didn't even hold a damn candle to the nights she spent in his arms. Once they were inside the privacy of his bedroom, she would turn into this adorably contrary kitten.
She would fidget from a distance, and he would pretend to ignore her, waiting until she was close to tears before asking her if she wanted anything. The tears would be back in her eyes, there would be more fidgeting, and then she would so very sweetly whisper, Can I hug you?