Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
The muscles of his sides were tight, chiseled, and defined. They wrapped all the way around until the muscles of his back were visible, bulging with strength. I’d never seen him shirtless, but I’d imagined it a couple of times.
I walked into the room, my heels lightly tapping against the carpet. I tossed my purse on the nearby table and stood there, waiting for him to address me. On the table was a bottle of scotch and two glasses. There was a golden-colored residue on the bottom of one, so he’d obviously started without me.
I stood behind him and examined his reflection in the glass. His eyes took in the scenery in front of him with a relaxed expression, but his jaw was slightly tight, like he was thinking about something.
I crossed my arms over my chest. “What exactly do you do for Gustavo—”
“You aren’t here to talk.” He turned around and faced me. With his bare feet, he walked across the carpet toward me, unbuttoning his slacks as he went. They came loose and slowly slid down his body, his black boxers emerging. “Neither am I. So let’s just fuck.” He pushed his boxers over his hips and let an impressive dick emerge. It was at half-mast, but even then, it was still something to show off.
I didn’t take my clothes off as an act of defiance, but that wouldn’t last long. I’d lost all power the second I’d stepped into his hotel room. He knew I wanted him, so there was no point in hiding it. There was also no point in keeping my clothes on when I could just walk out the door to demonstrate my independence.
“Take off your clothes.” He kicked his pants and boxers away, standing there proudly with that big dick and ripped physique.
The longer I looked at his naked body, the less I cared about how stupid this was. The less I cared about the consequences. Maybe this would be a one-night stand, a good memory I could use with my vibrator in the future. Maybe there was no point in overthinking it. I unzipped the back of my skirt and let it fall over my hips until it hit the ground.
His gaze immediately dropped to my thong.
I unbuttoned my collared shirt and stripped it away. Underneath was a white cotton bra, not the sexiest piece of underwear I owned, but then again, I hadn’t expected an erotic night like this. I peeled it off and let it fall into our pile of mutual clothes.
Hades looked me over, slowly walking toward me as he cherished the sight of my body. He took in my curves, my small nipples, my belly button. He saw everything. When his lips were close to mine, his arms wrapped around my waist and he pulled me into him, making my stomach press against his hard dick.
My god, it was big.
His hand slid into my hair, and he looked at me for a moment, treasuring the heat before the explosion. He fisted my strands and got a good grasp before he leaned in and kissed me, finishing the kiss we’d started last week.
When the desire started to burn my lips, I relaxed my body, and my brain turned off. My hands glided up his powerful back to the enormous shoulders I’d admired on so many occasions. My nails tested his neck, pressing deep into the surface to see if the skin would puncture.
His large hands moved to my ass and squeezed both cheeks as he kissed me, as he made love to my mouth with his. The kiss was so slow and tight, not sloppy and rushed like it was with inexperienced men. Every embrace was purposeful, deep. Sometimes there was tongue, but there was never saliva. Sometimes there was a deep breath, a masculine moan. Sometimes he could feel my lips tremble with desire, and he gave me a moment to catch my breath.
He touched me the way a man had never touched me before, his large hands squeezing me everywhere. My ass cheeks were practically bruised under his fingertips. My tits were handled like water balloons. He didn’t treat me like a delicate woman who needed a soft touch. He touched me like I could handle it, could handle everything he was about to give me.
He guided me backward onto the bed, and we rolled together, the back of my head hitting the pillow. He pulled a condom from somewhere and slipped it on before he parted my legs with his knees, bringing us close together. His face rested over mine, and his arms pinned behind my knees as he sank inside me, his big dick stretching my little pussy.
He moaned against my lips, like he could feel just how tight I was. He sank deeper and deeper, stopping when his balls tapped against my ass. Now he breathed into my mouth, enjoying the way our bodies fit together like lock and key.