Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
I don’t wait for a reply. I guide her back through the hall and to the elevator.
“Wait a second.” She stalls, turning my way before the doors open. “What’s happening here?”
“You won a date with me. So, we’re on a date.”
“Yeah, but I won the date. So, don’t I get to decide when and where said date occurs?”
I shake my head. “Nope.” The elevator doors open and I hustle her inside before anyone else can join us. “I didn’t say anything about you making any decisions.”
Her mouth is slightly open, a retort on the tip of her tongue, but I need something else.
I back her into the wall of the elevator, take her hands in mine and press them above her head, holding them solidly in my grip, looking down at the brilliance of her beauty. The small silver clutch in her left hand quivers and the sassy grin on her lips only makes my cock harder. The soft, ivory skin of her neck, that leads to the plump billow of her cleavage makes me want to tear the red fabric from her body.
I grit my teeth to gain some control, and as much as I want to do everything filthy to her right here, right now, I need her lips.
Her wide, dark eyes are innocent and seductive at the same time. Her bombshell-blonde hair contrasting with them in an intoxicating mixture, just like her own version of naughty and nice, has me half in love with her already.
She gasps as my lips crush to hers. I hear little moans, and the way her body melts, the tension on her hands pulling down as I hold her steady from above, tells me our kiss is not just business.
She tastes better than I could have imagined. Not just sweet, that word isn’t enough. It’s like candy and sex and the first rush of the most addictive drug ever known to man.
As they say, the first hit is free.
After that…an addict will do almost anything to get the next high.
Chapter 8
Martel
My cock is as thick and hard as it’s ever been as I taste her mouth.
Her tongue winds with mine as more blood rushes into my dick. I don’t remember any kisses before her, and I already know I want to be the only one that kisses her from now on.
The one that kisses her forever.
I press my hard-on forward, and instead of shrinking from it she pushes her thigh between my legs and I can’t help myself. I start dry humping her hip in the elevator on a moan. We make out like teenagers; her chest heaving as we rock into each other and I know I’m making a ruin of my boxers.
Pre-cum is dripping down the head of my cock and my balls feel like they want to burst open, to fill her sweet cunt with a sticky, hot mess of my seed. Her name is already carved into every one of my sperm.
“You make me so fucking hard,” I grunt as I pull back from our kiss, her hands still in my grip against the wall. “You like that, don’t you? Torturing me like a naughty tease.”
She pokes out her bottom lip on a little shrug, but there’s a lust in her eyes that only makes me more crazed.
The elevator dings as we reach my floor and as much as I’d like to spread her on the floor right here and dive between her legs, I have plans in place for this evening and I want her to know she’s way fucking more than a piece of ass to me.
And, hopefully, I’m more than that to her as well. Because I’m ready to claim this goddess. I want all of her for myself forever.
It’s insane, but this is the very feeling I’ve dreamt of but was beginning to think wasn’t real.
“I’ve never been in a hotel room before with someone.” Her voice is breathless as she gives me a shy smile, wiping some of our mutual saliva from under her lip and I usher her down the hallway to my suite.
“Never?”
Alarm bells are going off inside my head. I need to know what else she has and has not done with anyone before, but I don’t want to scare her with some bright light interrogation.
“Stayed in a motel a couple times on trips with my parents. But never stayed in a hotel, hotel.”
I slip the key card into the door and it clicks open as I wave my hand for her to enter in front of me. The view from behind her is the eighth wonder of the world in my opinion.
She’s five steps in before she sees the main open living area and the first stage of her surprise evening starts to unfold.
“Oh my God.” Her hand flutters to cover her mouth as she inches forward, setting her little clutch and shawl on a hallway table. “This is incredible.”