Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
“We need to be there around eight or so.” I look over at her. “I’ve never had a woman get ready with me. Do you need like a separate room or something?” I ask, not sure what it’s going to look like in my bathroom. Will it look like an explosion of makeup or is she a ‘locking myself in the bathroom for five hours’ kind of girl.
“Aww, are you popping your girlfriend cherry, Noah?” She smiles at me, leaning in, brushing her nose against my jaw. “You’ll be happy to know I’m not that much of a makeup fan and it takes me about thirty minutes to get ready after I shower.”
“You’re a natural beauty, so I didn’t think it would take you long, but I just had to make sure.” I drag her on my lap.
“Is that a banana in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” She laughs, her ass wiggling on my cock. “We should shower together to save water.”
“Is that so?” I ask her, my hand snaking up her shirt while my other hand finds her tit.
“It’s for the environment.” She giggles when my face buries itself into her neck.
I carry her upstairs where we save water for the environment, and now here I am in my closet, deciding what to wear. “Should we go matching or is that too much?” I yell over my shoulder and she walks into the room wearing a cream-colored bra and what looks like full underwear. “Are those granny panties?” I ask, seeing how much of her is covered.
“Yup, full-on granny panties. And I’m wearing a cream lace dress, so you can go with whatever color you want.” She turns around, walking back into the bathroom.
Fuck, I never thought about granny panties being so sexy, but now I’m tempted to make her wear them more often.
I grab my blue suit and my baby blue button-down shirt. I am sliding my arms through the jacket and putting on my brown shoes when she comes out of the bathroom.
Her blond hair is tied on top of her head in a ponytail, her hair wavy in that ponytail, but what stops me is her outfit or lack thereof. Her dress is lace all right, long sleeves, all with embroidered flowers. You can see right through it, which is why she chose that underwear. The hem falls mid-thigh and it’s not just straight. It zigzags across. And on her feet are the sexiest shoes I’ve ever seen in my life, what looks like rose gold transparent barely there heels with a lace up ankle tie wrapping around her ankles. A champagne color purse hangs from her wrist.
“I’m done,” she says. All she has on is mascara and pink lip gloss. I know for a fact that her lip gloss tastes like cherry. “So do I look okay?” she says, twirling around and then my mouth drops because it ties at the neck and her whole back is bare. There isn’t even her bra strap. My cock fights his restraint to get out.
“Um,” I stammer out, my eyes blinking, my palms sweating, my collar not even tied but feeling like it’s strangling me.
“You look so hot right now. If we didn’t have to leave, I would be down on my knees.” She winks at me, walking out of the room where all I can do is watch her.
I cup my cock in my hand. “I’m so sorry, buddy, but I promise you’ll have lots of play time after.”
Once we get downstairs, I don’t walk into the garage. Instead, I go to the second garage door and press in the code, the door opening up to reveal my Aston Martin DB11 Coupe. I’m about to walk forward when Kaleigh knocks into me.
“Is that yours?” she asks, looking at it with blinking eyes.
“It is,” I say, taking the keys out of my pocket and pressing the unlock button, hearing the beep. I walk to the passenger side of the door, opening it for her. “After you, babycakes.”
She stops in front of me. “Have you had sex in this car before?” she asks, tilting her head back.
“No,” I say, bringing my hand up to her jaw, rubbing it with my thumb.
“Interesting,” she says, getting on her tippy toes and kissing under my chin and then climbing into the car. Her skirt rises up, showing her long, perfect legs. Legs that were wrapped around my waist not too long ago, legs that intertwine with mine at night. I close her door and get into the driver’s seat. Her legs are crossed at the ankle while she places her hands on her lap.
I start up the car, the purring noise music to my ears. “I love this car,” I say, backing out and making my way down the street.