Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 67644 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67644 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
I scowled. “You guys are worse gossips than high school girls.”
Zack rolled his eyes. “I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with you guys. That your women don’t run screaming in the opposite direction of you is a mystery to me.”
Becket smirked at his brother. “I bet Drew a hundred bucks that you’ll be the worst of all of us when you finally meet your woman.”
Belle was giggling uncontrollably, and it soothed my jealousy. Her sweet laughter would never get old. In fact, I felt myself craving it.
I kissed the top of her head and grinned at the brothers. “You guys just come over here to annoy me or what?”
“Tyson called,” Zack said, sticking his hands in his pockets and smiling widely at me.
I nodded, my chin bumping the spot I’d just kissed on Belle’s head. “I’ll be back in LA tomorrow. We can do a video conference between recording sessions next week.” I gave them a meaningful look.
Zack opened his mouth, but Becket just smacked his chest and told him to shut the fuck up. “Have a great night, you two.”
I led Belle to the elevator and once we were on, she glanced at me curiously. “Isn’t Tyson your agent?” I nodded and turned her to face me. She gave me an expectant look, clearly wanting more of an explanation. There was no way I could give her one yet, so I kissed her instead.
I was trying to distract her, but it quickly consumed us both. When a ding signaled we’d reached our floor, I was grateful we hadn’t stopped to pick up any other passengers. If we had, I would probably have killed someone when I realized that the top of Belle’s dress was askew, showing off her big tits, wrapped up in yellow lace. Damn, I was so hard it was difficult to walk into the suite.
I didn’t give her a chance to fix her clothes; immediately drawing her back in for another drugging kiss. Her arms went around my neck, and my hands glided down over her ass and on until I reached the hem. The silky skin of her thighs burned my palms as I brought them up underneath the material.
When I came into contact with her very bare ass, I froze, my hands clenching the cheeks. “You better be wearing a thong, baby,” I growled. “Not that I’m very happy with that choice either.”
Belle giggled and wiggled her hips, pressing her stomach into my steel shaft. My eyes went up to the ceiling, and I sent up a silent prayer for some fucking control. Pun not intended. I took a deep breath and slowly slid my hand around where I cupped her very naked, very wet pussy.
“Fuck,” I grunted. “Baby, you’re in so much trouble.”
Her giggle was muffled in my shirt, but it quickly morphed into a moan when I plunged a finger inside her channel.
“Were you trying to get me worked up, Belle?”
“Um”—I swirled my finger, making sure to pass over her g-spot—“oh my—um, maybe?”
“Look at me,” I demanded and grunted in approval when she obeyed. I withdrew my finger and brought it to her lips and traced them, leaving a sticky, wet trail behind it. Then I licked up every drop before plunging my tongue in her mouth and tasting her sweetness while sharing it with her.
Belle whimpered, and I sunk fully under the rip current of lust. With both hands on her ass, I boosted her up so she could wrap her legs around me. Keeping our mouths locked in a torrent of passion, I stalked to the bedroom, then kept on going until we were in the bathroom.
I couldn’t wait another second to be inside her, to remind her who owned this pussy. Carefully, I dropped her onto her feet in front of the vanity. Then I spun her around to face the mirror.
Cupping her tits, I massaged them as I pressed my groin into her ass. “You know what happens to little girls who disobey?” I rasped.
Her brown eyes were unfocused, her face flushed with desire as she watched my reflection. “No,” she replied breathily.
“They get a spanking,” I croaked. My throat was strained from the effort my body was making to keep from coming at just the thought of spanking Belle’s lush ass. Her lips formed a little O of surprise, but heat flared in her eyes and she whimpered.
With a gentle hand on her back, I pushed her forward until she was bending over the counter. Then I gripped her hip and lifted her to her tiptoes. “Keep your tits down, and your ass in the air,” I instructed.
I made quick work of my zipper, releasing my fat, angry cock. Then I flipped up her skirt, and it was the fight of my life not to come at the sight before me.