Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 97951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
“I got some good news tonight, baby.” He kissed along her neck then looked back into her eyes.
“Really? What? Tell me.”
“I got the loan. I’m buyin’ that old building. The car dealership. Going to knock down a wall. Make it bigger. Big plans. I’m finally gettin’ my fitness center.”
She pushed back a wayward strand of his dark hair and looked into his beautiful eyes. “Of course you did! I’m so happy for you, baby. We’ll have to celebrate soon.”
Taking her hand, he brought her fingers to his lips and kissed them.
“I’ve renewed my certifications. Things are movin’ forward.” He nodded, for that was an obvious weight off his shoulders. “Things are finally lookin’ up.”
He ran his hand slowly against her breasts, then bent down and kissed her left nipple. She stared at the ceiling, her heart pounding with excitement on his behalf. Shifting, her pussy pulsed as he drew on her nipple and sucked it slow and hard, bringing her back into the moment.
“Shit… yeessss… Baby, you know I like it when you do it like that… ahhhh… Len, don’t stop…” She grinded her hips against him as he went to the other breast, giving the same tender loving care. Running her fingers through his hair, she welcomed his touch. He massaged one breast while sucking on the other then changed, loving on them equally.
“…I used to fantasize about bein’ with you like this, Nadia. I used… I used to look at you sometimes in the restaurant… in your little pink and white skirt and crop top, your hair in a ponytail, and I would imagine gettin’ you in that back room where we kept the supplies. I would think about me layin’ you down on those huge industrial-sized bags of brown sugar, taking your clothes off, one piece at a time, while that old country music played, that register rung up, and that coffee percolated… and I could imagine those customers talkin’… eatin’… drinkin’ out front… and us tucked away from them, while I had you down on that concrete floor, your long, pretty, legs spread wide open for me…
“And I’d think about how I’d get on top of you… kiss you… push my dick deep inside of you, honey… and cover your mouth to keep you from screamin’…” Her breathing became sporadic the more he spoke. “I’d put my hand over your mouth tighter ’cause you’d be hollerin’… stoppin’ you from gettin’ us busted, and I would keep on… movin’ faster and faster… and faster…” Len was breathing harder, too… “…my nuts slapping against your wet, fat pussy lips each time I’d shove my dick in and out of your drippin’, warm, soft, pretty refuge… and you’d hold onto me tight, baby… so tight, your body sliding up and down along that floor as I fucked you real hard and real good, darlin’. But then, somethin’ would happen. We’d hear our boss callin’ for us, asking people where we were… but we wouldn’t stop. I’d keep on holding you, fucking you, and you’d keep wanting it… taking it… I wouldn’t let you go until you came… Determined to make you feel good all over… And you’d cum for me, baby. You’d shake, just like you do for real. You’d scream so loud but it would be muffled from my hand still on your mouth… I’d look down and see pussy juice all over my dick… drippin’ on some of the brown sugar bags… sticky with your nectar… and then, it would be my turn to cum.
“You’d let me cum inside of you, baby. I’d climax so hard inside of you, honey, I’d have to bite my bottom lip to keep from yellin’ ’cause it felt so damn good… I’d fill that tight, sweet, pussy of yours with my hot cum…And then we’d lie there. Kissin’. Promisin’ each other we’d always be together no matter what…”
“That was your fantasy?”
“It sure was. I used to have that fantasy of us a lot, and I never forgot it. I prayed one day it would come true. It came true alright, and the first time I slid inside of you, it was even better than my fantasy, baby. Each time we make love, it blows my mind. My fantasy is no longer just pretend. You’re my dream girl. And now, you’re a dream come true.”
Pure joy bubbled within her.
Whatever I did to deserve this man, God, thank you, thank you, thank you…
“I love you, Len. I see you had a real dirty mind back then.” She smiled.
“I ’spose so, but I loved you, girl.” His gaze turned real serious. “It was more than just a sexual fantasy. I wanted you to be my girl. At the time you didn’t seem to realize just how beautiful, funny, and smart you were. But I did. I saw it. That’s why I would call you brown sugar sometimes at work back then.”