Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
“I know you like it,” he purrs. “You’re that type of girl.”
My cheeks flush and start to burn, even as I realize that I’m basically nude now. With all that flailing around, my breasts slipped completely out of my top and now cool air hits my hardened nipples, stiffening them to an embarrassing degree. Plus, somehow, my bikini bottoms came off altogether, and from the corner of my eye, I see a scrap of red fabric floating on the water a few feet away. Oh shit, oh shit. I’m totally nude and lush, with an enormous aroused male pressed against me. Not only that, but he just saved me from certain death too. What should I do?
But the truth is that I want it. It may seem inconceivable, seeing that I just dodged a watery demise, but my pussy clenches as I continue to stare at my savior. My stomach flutters as I imagine that huge strong shaft taking me where it counts, and I shudder again, my pupils dilating as I look into his eyes.
He can read my mind, and one hand goes down to encircle my waist, even as his other big hand comes up to stroke gently at a hard pink nipple. Delicious jolts of sensation run straight from my breast to my pussy and I gasp, leaning into his touch.
“Yes, baby girl,” he rasps, blue eyes glinting. “I’ve saved you once, but you need to be saved again, don’t you?” he purrs, tweaking my sensitive pink nub. “Don’t worry because you’re in good hands with me.”
With that, I let out another gasp but it’s not because I’m shocked or dismayed. Instead, I want it with this man because I know that under his masterful touch, I’ll be taken to whole new heights of ecstasy.
5
NICO
I can’t help but chuckle as the innocent girl stares at me with wide eyes. The pretty brunette’s cheeks turn a bright shade of red and I can tell it’s because she shocked by my massive size, not to mention the sheer stiffness of the giant tool currently nestled against her tummy. I guess rescuing her has its benefits, and one of those is close-up contact with those glowing curves, lush and generous.
I grin again, even as my body hardens even further.
“Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?” I purr. “You can tell me what’s on your mind.”
But her plush pout merely opens and closes a few times as those big brown eyes look at me. Of course, she’s utterly aroused. Her pupils have dilated, and those nips are stiff beneath my fingers as I tweak one playfully.
“Oh!” she gasps, tossing her head a bit. I chuckle and slip one hand below the water to pinch her clit. It’s hard, stiff, and bulging, and even in the water, I can tell she’s already slick and ready for me. The girl lets out another gasp, her pink lips parting.
“Mmmm!”
Come to think of it, this is real nice, actually. I like having a lush piece of womanflesh in my arms, and this girl’s sweetness is especially curvy. Her giant tits feel good pressed against my chest, and her legs gently float upwards to wrap themselves around my waist, nestling that slick slit against me. Hell, she’s fully nude too so although my cock rests against her stomach at the current moment, with one swift movement, I could have it buried deep inside her pussy instead. She shifts a bit, gripping my wide shoulders before swallowing hard.
“Um, thanks Mister,” the shy girl murmurs. “For saving me, I mean.”
One black brow goes up.
“It was my pleasure,” I growl. “I couldn’t let a pretty thing like you drown now, could I?”
Her cheeks go crimson and she looks down and bites her lip before looking into my eyes again.
“Thanks again,” she manages in a steadier voice. “I’m Petunia, by the way. I work here as a hostess.”
I nod. “Nice to meet you, sweetheart. I’m Nico Matthews and I’m glad we’ve finally made our introductions, seeing that our first interaction was literally one of life and death.”
Petunia blushes and squirms some more before clearing her throat and letting go of my shoulders.
“I know, and sorry about that, Mr. Matthews. I appreciate you jumping in when you did because otherwise, I’d be toast.”
“You wouldn’t be toast,” I interject humorously. “You’d be a waterlogged piece of toast maybe, but definitely not a crispy slice straight out of the oven.”
She giggles then, flashing me a sweet smile.
“You’re right,” she murmurs. “Or maybe a soggy marshmallow.”
I throw my head back and let out an amused laugh because I appreciate Petunia’s sense of humor although of course, there’s nothing soggy about this woman. Everything about her is lush, ripe, and perfect for harboring a man. But then, I shake my head while securing my arms more firmly about that plush body.