Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
“I know what your pussy feels like when it’s about to come, and how your face gets flushed, and your breathing gets heavy.”
Her breathing hitched when I reached her inner thigh as I finger fucked her harder and with more determination.
She moaned, and her head fell back.
“I’ve barely touched you, and your legs are already shaking. You’re fucking addicting. The taste of you, the feel of you, the love I have for you. I’m poisoned by you. You’re mine.”
A single tear fell down the side of her face.
“It’s just you and me, Hennessy. I’m not going anywhere, and trust me, neither are you. I’m yours.”
Another tear fell, and I kissed that one away.
“You swear?”
“I promise, and my word is bond.”
She smiled, whispering, “I love you.”
I pulled out my cock, except it wasn’t her pussy I claimed that night.
* * *
It was her asshole.
Chapter
Forty-Two
Hennessy: Welcome to Iquitos, home of the Peruvian Amazon.
“You must’ve spent a small fortune on first-class tickets, Onyx. You’re spoiling me.”
“Who else am I supposed to spend my money on?” He tugged on the ends of my hair. “Besides, you think I could travel twenty hours with no fucking legroom?”
I smiled. “Fair.”
We landed in Peru a few days ago. It was New Year’s Eve, and Onyx planned our first official date out. We really did do things ass backwards, but since we became an actual couple, we hadn’t left his bedroom much. I never imagined how this man managed to keep his hands off me for so long. Nowadays, he spent most of his spare time inside me.
Not that I was complaining.
“What are you thinking about over there?” he asked while he was driving.
“I still can’t believe you’re driving.”
He honked his horn, holding it down and aggressively hollering, “Hijo de puta!” Like a true Peruvian, he shouted, “Son of a bitch.”
The laws governing driving in my country were nonexistent.
I loudly gasped. “You do speak Spanish!”
He grinned, glancing at me. “Just the cusswords.”
I laughed. “Where are you taking me anyway?”
“What part of surprise do you not understand?”
I rolled my eyes, and he gripped my leg, right where I was ticklish.
I grabbed on top of his hands. “Hey! Pay attention to the road and stop torturing me.”
“But it’s one of my favorite things to do.”
“Sir, you cannot dress me up as Little Red Riding Hood and chase me through the Amazon.”
“Damn,” he rasped in an exaggerated tone. “I’m going to have to change the plans for tonight then.”
“You hunt me on your property all the time. Aren’t you bored of it yet?”
“Says the woman who begs me to hunt her.”
I smirked. “That’s only because it leads to the other stuff that I’m quite fond of.”
“Other stuff, huh?”
“Yeah, you know… the part when you catch me and then have your way with me.”
“Is that what I’m doing?”
“Isn’t it?”
“I’d call it fucking you senseless, but we can go with yours.”
“Aw,” I mocked. “You’re such a gentleman.”
“I do what I can.”
Minutes later, we were driving up to the Port.
Once he parked the car, he reminded me, “Show me your home, baby.”
I squealed, jumping out of the car. We got on a boat, and we went to my favorite spot, El Dorado.
“Wow…” he breathed out, looking all around him. “This is… damn… I don’t have words for this.”
With the trees, the sun, the vibes, it was perfect. We got comfortable, parking by a tree. I leaned my back against his chest, loving his warmth on my skin. It was summer in Peru. The weather was perfect.
“Tell me about your life, Onyx.”
“We’re getting deep now?”
I glanced up at him through my lashes, giving him doe eyes. “Yes, please.”
For the first time since he told me on Halloween night, I blinked twice for him.
“You do know how much I love you begging me.”
I did.
“There’s not much to know.”
“You know everything about me. How about I just ask you questions and you answer them?”
He narrowed his gaze at me, and I accepted it as an invitation.
“How many women have you been with?”
He cocked his head to the side, grinning. “That’s your first question?”
“Well, as you know, you’re quite skilled, and I’d like to know how you got that way.”
“What can I say?” He kissed the top of my head. “I’m blessed from the gods.”
I giggled. “That is not an answer.”
“You’re not going to like the answer.”
“Come on, try me.”
“Hennessy…”
“Fine, is it less than ten?”
Reluctantly, he shook his head.
“Hmm… less than twenty?”
He shook his head again.
My eyes went wide. “Less than fifty?”
He blinked, debating whether to shake his head.
“Jesus! You’re twenty! Are you having sex every day with random women?”
“I lost my virginity when I was thirteen. It’s like a rite of passage among the Devereaux men. Add a girl a month, maybe a few, give or take in seven years, and you have your number.”
My mouth dropped. “Oh my God! You’re a man whore!”