Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Amara is sitting at the piano, her fingers dancing over the keys, producing one of the most beautiful songs I’ve ever heard.
I can only see her side profile from where I’m standing, but I don’t miss the peaceful way she smiles while playing. She is concentrating, so engrossed in the music that she doesn’t notice me watching her until she’s finished the song.
“I thought you only played a little?” My voice startles her, making her jump off the bench.
“How long have you been standing there?”
“Long enough to hear how good you are.” I take a few steps inside the room, so I can be closer to her.
She shrugs, not taking too kindly to my compliment for some reason. “My mom was much better than me. She could have made a career out of it, but wanted to stay home with me instead, only giving piano lessons as a side job.”
It seems odd to think that we actually have something in common. We come from different worlds, but yet we share something profound. We both lost our mother, and we both miss her dearly. The only difference is, she admits that part. Opening up about her mother freely while I keep everything hidden inside.
Will I ever be able to share that part of myself with her?
Desperate to change the subject, I think about what I could do with her to pass the time until tonight.
“Want to go for a swim?” I suggest, and her eyes light up.
“I’d love to… wait, do I have a bathing suit?”
“Yes. Everything should be in the closet. Did you think I’d be okay with you going naked with all the guards around?”
“I don’t know what kind of kinky stuff you’re into,” she quips.
“I’m into filling your mouth with my cock, so you stop talking.” That shuts her up. She presses her lips into a thin line and walks out of the music room without another word.
I follow her back to my bedroom, and we both get changed. I pull on a pair of swimming trunks while she slips into an azure blue bikini that looks so good on her, I might not make it to the pool. Not without fucking her on the staircase.
“Wrap this around you while we’re walking around the house.” I hand her one of the large towels from the bathroom and watch her cover up. “That’s better. Now we can go.”
“I’m glad you don’t share,” she tells me on our way back downstairs. “That was one thing I was worried about, I guess,” she admits.
“Were you imagining me handing you off to my guys?”
“Kind of, yeah.” It bothers me that she thinks that way of me, but I can’t be mad at her for it. I didn’t give her reason to believe that her stay with me will be anything but a nightmare.
“Oh, wow!” She gasps when we turn the corner, and the pool comes into view. “I didn’t expect it to be so big.”
“I hear that all the time… usually about my dick, though,” I joke, making her giggle.
She drops the towel on a chair and eagerly heads to the pool where stairs lead into the water. I scan the area to make sure none of my guards are watching her. I don’t feel like gouging someone’s eyes out today, and that’s exactly what I would do if they saw her in this bikini. I’ll have to get her something more conservative soon.
“The water is amazing! Come in.”
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I bypass the stairs and walk around to the deep end instead. Running the last few feet, I dive in head-first. The cool water rushes over my body as I swim beneath the surface until I get to Amara in the center of the pool.
Grabbing her hips, I emerge and suck in a deep breath. She giggles again as I pull her closer to me, enjoying how her slick skin feels against mine in the water.
She wraps her legs and arms around me as I walk her to the edge of the pool. “I can’t wait to fuck you,” I growl, making her body stiffen, and her cheerful giggles disappear. I shouldn’t have made her come earlier. I should have left her hot and bothered… I guess I can still do that now.
Snaking my hand between us, I dip my fingers into her bikini bottoms and slide between her folds.
“What are you doing?” She grips my shoulders, her tiny nails digging into my skin.
“Teasing you.” I lean closer, peppering open mouth kisses along her collarbone as I slide my fingers over her clit. She shudders, her body growing needier with each swipe over her tender flesh. Her breathing picks up, and her hips start to move against my hand for more friction.
Her tits press against my chest, and I can feel her hard nipples even through the fabric. My cock is so hard it hurts, hoping for release as much as her pussy must be.