Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23854 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23854 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
I raise my palm, halting her in her tracks. “Not here. My penthouse. Tonight. Seven o’clock.”
She stands there a moment, like she’s deciphering my words. But she’s a smart girl and gets it quickly. She nods. “Okay. See you there.”
I watch her ass as she walks out, remembering the way I ate her fully and completely.
Tonight, I’ll take her all.
I wouldn’t say I’m anxious as I wait for her. No, it’s more like I’m just dying to get started.
Why did I tell her to come at seven? I should have told her to just come right over after work and meet me here. I guess I was just trying to be considerate. You know girls with their routines, getting ready, doing their hair, their makeup, whatever.
Now I’m regretting it.
I’ve been pacing the penthouse for the last hour, my cock half hard and my balls aching with desire. I haven’t taken a sip of my scotch, as I can’t stop replaying images of her in my mind, remembering her sweet lips wrapped around my tip, the feeling of her throat as she swallowed my cum.
There will be no swallowing tonight. No, tonight my release is going somewhere else entirely.
The front door buzzes, snapping me out of my fantasizing. I check the monitor.
It’s her.
“Come in,” I say, thumbing the intercom, along with the unlock button. The door clicks, and she walks in.
I watch her for a moment on the screen. She’s moving slowly, deliberately. She was talking big back at the office, but now that she’s here, she’s nervous.
Don’t worry, angel. I’ll take good care of you.
I find her in the living room, wearing a tight blue dress that shows the perfect lines of her back. She’s also got a brand-new pair of black pumps on that have my mouth watering.
“Looks like you put that clothing voucher to good use.”
She whirls to face me, causing her hair to flip. The world seems to slow down as I watch her.
I’m hard instantly. My heart thuds like a drum beneath my ribs.
“I–yeah,” she stammers, lifting her arms. “Do you like it?”
“That’s a silly question.” I set my drink down and walk up to her. “You look good enough to eat, angel.”
She starts to blush, and I lose control.
I take her face in both hands and kiss her, but not how I’ve kissed her before. This is deep, animalistic, and uncontrolled. I crush her lips under mine, letting her feel the pent-up desire that’s been torturing me since I left work.
She moans into my mouth, and I swallow the sound, tucking it away somewhere deep inside. I want every little piece of her.
There’s nothing I won’t take.
I slide my hands up her hips to her tits. The fabric of her dress is smooth, but not as smooth as she is. I find the zipper on the back and tug it down. She moves slightly and lets the straps fall from her shoulders.
Her tits spill free. Her nipples are already stiff, like two pink gumdrops just begging for my lips. I lean in and take one in my mouth. She gasps and grasps my shoulders with her fingers. Her nails dig in, but I couldn’t care less.
I suck hard, rolling her nipple between my teeth. Her knees give in, but I catch her with an arm around the waist and pin her up against the sofa. I lose my face in her cleavage, so ample and smooth.
“Dominic…oh my God.”
“This is gorgeous,” I tell her, bunching the fabric of her dress around her waist. “But not as gorgeous as what’s underneath. Let’s get you out of it.”
She doesn’t hesitate. She tugs the dress over her hips and steps out of it, leaving her standing completely naked before me. The soft light from the lamps makes her almost seem to glow.
Like the angel you are.
Nineteen years old and untouched. So gorgeous it almost hurts.
Taking her by the shoulders, I press her back onto the suede sofa. She has no idea she’s lying where countless women wish they could be—countless gold-digging sluts that want nothing more than to use me for my money.
But not Hazel. She’s not like that. I know it deep down to my bones.
I step between her legs, spreading them apart with my palms. Her pussy is slick and glistening. It contracts around nothing, and I can see her heartbeat pulsing in the tender flesh surrounding her clit.
She’s ready.
I nearly tear my belt in half getting it off. I unzip and tug out my cock. I’m so hard. The skin is shiny, stretched over the taut muscles of my shaft. Pre-cum drips onto her ankle, causing her to giggle.
Still, her eyes widen as she stares at it—like they always do. I love that reaction and don’t want it to ever stop.
“I’m going to stretch you, angel,” I tell her, gently spreading her pussy lips as I press my tip against her hole. We shudder together. “You’re going to feel all this in places you didn’t even know existed.”