Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
My cock jolted as I saw her tongue dart out. She unzipped my pants and fished out my cock. I leaned back my hands on either side of me. Without hesitation, Addie took my cock into her mouth. Fuck me! The sheer heat nearly melted me. She moved leisurely as she took my whole cock into her mouth. I felt the back of her throat as she bobbed her head. Reaching out with my one hand, I placed it on her head, slowly guiding her. She moaned at my touch. I knew she sought out my control. I put more force on my hand, making her take me in as deeply as she could. Addie nearly gagged. I pulled her by her hair, my cock slipping out of her sweet mouth, a trail of saliva was the only thing left connecting my cock and her mouth.
“Get up,” I barked, letting go of her hair. She rose on shaky legs. I pulled her to me, her legs now straddling my own. “Sit on my dick,” I grunted. Addie's hips lifted. Taking my cock in her hand, she glided her pussy onto it. “Fuck me.” My head fell back as she began to ride me; her tight pussy tightening around me, squeezing me like a vise. “Addie, fuck, keep riding,” I gritted through my teeth.
Addie rode me in a maddening way. Her luscious sounds making me lose complete control. I gripped her hips and pulled her down harder onto my cock. I moved her hips faster. I needed to be inside her as far as I could go.
“Daimon,” she mewled.
“Addie.” My voice was tortured. We both came hard, our bodies violently shaking in each other’s embrace.
****
I watched as Addie slept next to me, huddled in her nook, as she called it. Her head lay perfectly in my arms and against my chest. I smiled, happy she was in London with me. A light flashing on my phone, drew my attention away from her sleeping form. I had received a text, fucking Richard. He was downstairs at the bar waiting for me.
I slowly slid Addie off me and moved out of bed. I’d be back when I was done with the old fart.
I stepped into the bar of the hotel. I never much liked its design, but it was what it was, with its high vaulted ceilings and oriental-themed bar display. Richard was at the bar waiting for me, his back hunched over his drink. I sat done next to him, the old fart not seeming to notice me.
“What is it that you want, Richard?” I bit out, annoyed.
“I’m here to warn you, Daimon,” Richard said as he nursed his drink.
“About?”
“Hugh Harris, the boy has gone mad, especially now that there’s a chance he’ll lose in court.
Listen, son, just make sure you stay away from him,” the old fart warned.
“Since when do you give a shit about me?” I asked as I waved over the bartender and ordered a Glenmorangie, neat.
“I don’t. It’s your wife I like, not you,” Richard said bluntly.
“My wife?” I snarled.
“Don't worry yourself, Daimon. That beautiful woman only wants you. I can’t fathom why, but she does,” Richard said with a hint of jealousy, which made my blood boil. “Your violin? How does it sound?”
“How did you know?” I narrowed my eyes as the bartender dropped off my whiskey.
“Addie. She wanted my violin. When I knew it was for you, I refused but she fought, even made me listen to you play. Did you know she has it recorded on her phone? She says it's the sound of your soul,” Richard stated dryly.
“It’s not my soul. How could she think it's my soul?” I laughed a little. “It's her love. It’s the love I feel for her.” I surprised myself that I admitted so much as I swirled the whiskey in the lowball glass, then brought it up to my lips to taste.
“I truly despise you. I loathe how great you are in business and I loathe how much I envy you for having a woman like your Addie who loves you more than you deserve,” Richard said bitterly.
“Don't hate me because you were using the Harris brothers and their incompetence to your advantage. There's enough money to be had. You’re the one who’s too lazy to go out and get it for himself. Now as for Addie, you're right. I don't deserve her, but I'll do whatever I have to, to make her happy,” I admitted.
“Even sell your soul?" Richard joked.
“Can’t sell what already belongs to someone else,” I smirked, knowing my soul was Addie's all along.
“Cheeky bastard,” Richard said dryly.
“Always,” I smiled wickedly.
After my little meeting with Richard, I went back upstairs and lay down next to Addie, watching her sleep. Nothing is going to happen to my Addie. No one will ever hurt you. Those were my thoughts as I fell back asleep, holding her in my arms.