Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
“Milo.” I just need to come.
“Take a bite, or no orgasm for you.”
Mean.
I pout, but I open my mouth, too. The chocolate melts against my tongue, the fresh juices from the strawberry coating my lips, and Milo’s expert finger between my legs.
This is paradise.
When I come, I cry out sharply, throwing my head back against his shoulder and arching up out of the water. He wraps one strong arm around my body, pulling me down and back against him.
I sigh with pleasure, submerged in the water up to my neck, my whole body melting against his.
“I’ll never be able to eat another strawberry without thinking of you,” I murmur.
He chuckles deeply. “Good.”
Milo wraps both arms around me and holds me close. It’s intense how tightly he holds me, but I absolutely love it. I can feel his cock hard and insistent against my ass. I should at least rub it, but I’m so sated, I can’t move.
To keep him interested while he waits for me to recover, I move my ass against him. A thrill shoots through me when I hear him groan in my ear. “Christ, Kennedy.”
I smile drowsily. “I’ll make it the best bath ever for you, too, just give me a minute.”
He chuckles, his arms tightening around my waist. “I’ll get mine when we go upstairs. I want to make sure you come three or four times tonight, so I figured I might as well get started.”
“Mm, I love an ambitious man.”
He chuckles again, kissing the damp curve of my neck.
“Orgasms make me so happy,” I tell him dreamily.
He laughs like I’ve said something funny, but come on, they’re great.
There’s a soft rap at the door before it cracks open. I’m startled, but no one comes in. The lady lets us know through the door that our time is up in five minutes so we can get out and start getting dressed.
“That half hour went fast,” I murmur as I climb out of the pool of water and roses.
I grab the plush bath towel and wrap it around myself, sneaking a peek at Milo’s magnificent body as he climbs out. He’s built like a god, and I want to drop to my knees and worship him.
Water drips down his well-defined chest and abdominal muscles and my lusty gaze follows. I bite my lip when I get to his hard cock jutting out, wanting to be inside me.
I want that, too.
I feel bad he didn’t get relief, and mildly panicked when I realize we’re going to get massages next, and some other woman will have her hands all over him.
I hope this isn’t the kind of place that gives happy endings…
It’s super classy, so I guess it probably isn’t, but what do I know about it? Nothing, that’s what.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to suck you?” I ask him. “I’ll be as aggressive as I can so you come before the lady comes back.”
“Jesus, Kennedy.”
“I don’t want this massage lady thinking that’s for her,” I mutter.
Milo laughs at my possessiveness as he grabs his own towel, but doesn’t take me up on my offer.
When we head into the next room for massages, Milo gets a pretty blonde I tell myself I’m gonna keep a close eye on, but then the rubs start and my body gets so relaxed, I forget I’m supposed to care.
By the time we’re done, my insides feel like a pillow and either I’m levitating a little, or I’m somehow standing an inch or so taller. I want to wrap myself around Milo and feel him inside me.
I am so ready to go back upstairs and make love to this man.
In the elevator on the way up to the room, we hold hands and I lean on him, laying my head against his arm. “Thank you so much for bringing me here. Tonight has been incredible.”
“You deserve incredible,” he assures me.
I smile because he’s the first person who has ever believed that.
I feel something thick and funny in my chest. It feels like love, but I tell myself it’s way too soon. He hasn’t even fucked me yet. If I tell him I love him, I might freak him out so much that he doesn’t go through with it.
Do I love him?
Maybe I’m just swept up. Tonight is more romantic than anything I could have possibly dreamed up.
Either way, my lips are sealed.
Well, not literally. We’re barely inside the hotel room and Milo is grabbing me, sliding a hand through my hair and cradling my head as he backs me up against the wall. I want to drop to my knees and suck him, but he keeps me upright, slamming me against the wall and pinning me there.
As he kisses me, his greedy fingers claw at the terry cloth belt around my waist. He gets it off and yanks my robe open, reaching inside and palming my bare tit.