Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 97199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
I washed them earlier today when I first arrived. I carted the sheets, pillowcases, and the thin blue blanket that covers it all to the basement of this building. I tossed them into one of the decades-old washing machines before using the only available dryer.
I wanted everything to be perfect for her, yet it’s not.
She’s about to share her body with me in a bed she assumes I crawl into every night. I’m an asshole for letting her think that this is the place I currently call home, yet my need for her is trampling all over my decency.
She rests her back against the wall behind her as her hands suddenly jump to the neckline of her dress. “I’m feeling a little warm.”
I hold in a laugh. “Is that your way of telling me that you want me to strip you?”
Her fingers quickly work on the beaded buttons that line the front of the dress. Each slide of a button through a hole reveals more of what’s beneath. At first, I spot smooth skin, and then it’s red lace when her bra comes into view.
It’s almost painful to watch her uncover her body. I’ve wanted her so desperately for weeks that I wouldn’t be shocked if my cock broke through the zipper of my pants. I’m that hard.
I tug the sweater I’m wearing over my head, but all it does is stop Opal in her tracks. Her hands stall as she gives me the once-over.
I’m tempted to flex my biceps, but I ditched that trick sometime in college. Back then, the move always made the woman I was with swoon. I’m not looking for that with Opal, though. All I want is her genuine reaction to everything that’s about to happen in this room.
“You must work out every day,” she whispers.
I pat my stomach. “I should work out every day, but I get in some time each week at the gym.”
“I don’t,” she confesses.
I have no idea if it’s meant to bring a smile to my face, but it does. “You’re perfect.”
“I like my body,” she says just as the dress falls to the floor, revealing the bra and matching panties.
They’re sheer enough that I can see what’s underneath. Her pussy is smooth as silk, and I’m seconds away from having my mouth on her.
“You need to catch up,” she encourages me with not only her voice but a roll of her hand in the air. “Drop the pants.”
I kick off my shoes before removing my socks and pants in record time. All that’s left is for me to lose is my boxer briefs.
“These too?” I ask, hooking a finger under the waistband on each side.
“Not yet.” Her breath comes out in a rush. “Maybe I should sit down for that so I don’t pass out.”
My laughter fills the air. She joins in but stops abruptly once her hands land on the front clasp of her bra.
Since I want in on that, I close the distance between us with quick steps. I gently push her dress and shoes aside with my foot once I reach her. “Let me, Opal.”
She nods in understanding. “I’m on birth control, but you have protection, right?”
“Condoms.” I smile. “I have lots.”
Her eyebrows pop up. “Lots?”
“Let me put it this way,” I say while slowly unclasping her bra. “I intend to take advantage of every minute I get to spend with you tonight.”
Her hand slides over my bare chest. “I like the sound of that.”
As her bra falls to the fall, I stare at her breasts, noting how utterly perfect they are. “God, you are so fucking beautiful.”
Her hand trails lower toward my boxer briefs. “So are you.”
I follow her lead and glide my fingertips over the soft skin of her stomach. “I need five minutes right now to make you come, Opal.”
Her hand stalls. “You think you can make me come within five minutes?”
I can’t help but chuckle. “Okay, four minutes.”
She steps back a touch before she leans down to slide her panties off. “Do it.”
I don’t need to hear another word, so I drop to my knees and drape one of her legs over my shoulder. I can’t help but stare at her pink pussy. “Jesus, Opal.”
Her hands fall into my hair. “Three minutes and fifty nine seconds.”
I dive in. Flattening my tongue, I run it over her core, stopping to focus on her swollen clit. I gently flick the tip of my tongue over it, knowing it’s driving her wild.
She clings to me, yanking on my hair as she rocks against my mouth.
I cup her ass in my hands and give her everything I have. Licking, sucking, biting, and coaxing her to what will be her first orgasm of the night.
“Oh,” she whispers. “Oh, God. You’re so good.”
I want more than that. I want to be the best she’s ever had.