Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
“I meant species of animal,” he says with a laugh. “Not a specific animal.”
“Your question didn’t specify that,” I say in a playfully stern tone as I dig my fork into the tiramisu for another bite. We’re supposed to be sharing it, but I’m doing all of the heavy lifting. “Next question.”
“But you didn’t answer my question.”
“Yes, I did,” I say, narrowing my eyes on him. “Next question.”
He laughs, shaking his head. “Okay, fine. Do you believe in ghosts?”
“No,” I say, thinking about it. “It just doesn’t make sense. Billions of people have died throughout history. If there were ghosts, there would be ghosts everywhere. In Costco, in the library, hanging out in the car with you just to go for a ride. And think about it. People are such perverts. If there were ghosts, male ghosts would be crowded and perving out in every woman’s bathroom and I haven’t seen any while I’m taking a shower.”
“If I was a ghost, I’d move into your bathroom,” he says with a creepy grin.
I toss my napkin at him. “If you were a ghost, I’m probably the one who killed you.”
“Babe,” I say, jolting Adrian’s round shoulder as he snoozes on the chair under a palm tree. “You’re burning up.”
He slowly opens his eyes and smiles when he sees me.
“I like waking up to you.”
“You’re going to wake up to five degree burns if you’re not careful,” I say, grabbing the suntan lotion from the bag. We’re on our private beach and there’s no one around for miles. “Let your suntan lotion attendant reapply for you.”
He just lays there, watching me with this peaceful, satisfied look on his face as I start rubbing the suntan lotion all over his chest, arms, and shoulders.
“Mmmmm,” he moans as I take my time on his chiseled abs, getting every nook and cranny. For the sun. Obviously.
My mouth waters when I see the long hard erection pushing out against his bathing suit. The sight of it sends heat rushing to my core.
“What’s going on here,” I ask in a playfully stern tone. “Are we getting inappropriate, Mr. Drake?”
“I can’t help it with your hands on me,” he says, his voice all deep and rough. “You’re irresistible, sweet girl.”
I love it when he calls me that. I make sure no one is around and then I slide my hand into his bathing suit, wrapping my lathered-up fingers and palm around his hard meaty cock.
His groans get heavier and he keeps letting out those deep possessive growls I love so much as I start to stroke him up and down.
I pull his bathing suit down his muscular thighs and continue jerking him off as he watches me with a dark sexy look.
At one point, he tries to pull me on top of him, but I slap his hand away. “No touchy, Mr. Drake. Please let your suntan lotion attendant do her job. We don’t want this big powerful dick to get sunburnt, do we? No, no, no. I have big plans for it all week.”
He stretches out on the beach chair, putting his hands behind his head as he watches me stroke his cock in a smooth, rhythmic motion.
He starts breathing heavier and faster, and when he grits his teeth, I know he’s close to the edge.
I squeeze harder and move faster, my wrists and hands cramping up, but I don’t stop. I’m using both hands, excited to see him cum.
“Fuck,” he hisses as I bring him closer and closer. He’s staring at my chest, my breasts bouncing up and down in my bikini top with all of the vigorous movement.
“You want to see these?” I ask with a huskiness in my voice as I yank my top down, popping my breasts out.
He watches with those dark lustful eyes as I bring him to an orgasm, his cock tightening in my hand before he unloads.
I gasp as he orgasms, releasing thick streams of cum all over my hands and wrists as he lets out deep carnal grunts and groans.
I lick my lips and keep stroking him, smearing his hot cum all over his solid shaft and big swollen head. He never softens, not even for a second.
And this time when he reaches for me, I let him. He pulls me on top of him, yanks my bikini bottoms to the side, and sinks that big delicious cock into my aching pussy.
God, I fucking love this place.
It’s our last night at The Aurelia, but I don’t want to think about that. It’s just going to spoil the mood and I want to soak in every last second of this incredible vacation.
“Let’s pick two stars,” I say as we soak in the hot tub, looking up into the night sky. “One for you and one for me.”
We’re glued beside each other, sipping on cocktails, naked like we’ve been all day. I lost count how many times we’ve had sex today. It’s got to be in the double digits.