Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
But Carver puts two hands around my waist, preventing me from moving anymore.
“Sweetheart, I wanted to let you know that I entered us into a contest here on Maruba.”
I can barely hear his words.
“What?”
“Yes, baby girl. We’re going to be in a contest, along with Amelia and those triplets. But we’ll be competing against them and I want to win.”
I wriggle my hips again, trying to rub my clit against his cock. My breasts bounce and I see Carver go totally motionless while staring at those creamy mounds. But then he comes back to himself and grins at me once more.
“Where was I? Oh right. A contest, sweetheart, at the end of your three month stay.”
“Okay that’s fine,” I breathe, desperately trying to wriggle again.
But this time, Carver’s eyes don’t drop down. Instead, he continues to look me in the eye and says, “Sweetheart, are you listening? Like I said, I’m a billionaire who likes winning and you, my beautiful girl, are the horse I’m going to ride in the Championships. Because you see, good girls need discipline, and in this case, they need some extra-special motivation as well. That’s why my friends and I have set up this thing.”
His words don’t make sense.
“What contest?” I ask, unable to completely focus. “What?”
He grins, knowing how aroused I am.
“Well, we all want our girls to plumb their depths so to say, and we’re just going to see who’s the best at plumbing their depths.”
I wriggle again, desperate to rub my clit against his cock.
“What do you mean?” I breathe. Then I come to my senses slightly. “I went to college,” is my pert reply. “I can hold my own against those dumb triplets any day.”
Carver chuckles.
“I’m sure you can, sweetheart, which is why I’m looking forward to this competition. But sweetheart, this contest isn’t about, ah, being booksmart. It’s about being physically adept, if you get what I mean.”
I stop wriggling for a moment.
“Physically adept? Oh no, I can’t do that,” I pant, “because I was horrible at Phys Ed.”
Carver merely chuckles again, this time letting go of my waist with one big hand to bobble a breast in his palm. We both watch as it jiggles and shakes before he tweaks the nipple, making me squeal a bit.
“No, sweetheart, like I said, we’ll be plumbing your depths. Specifically, your personal depths. Especially down here,” he says, shifting his palm to my pussy and covering the pulsing folds down there.
Suddenly realization hits me. It took a while, but I know what we’re doing now.
“You’re kidding,” I say, going stock still.
“No, I’m not,” he says in a smooth tone, still playing gently between my legs. “I’m really not.”
“You must be kidding,” I reiterate again, looking him straight in the eye. “You want to see which girl has the deepest pussy, don’t you? That’s the competition.”
His blue eyes gleam.
“Well, yes, you’re right,” he admits. “But Ava, I have no doubt that you’ll win because I handled that toy you had in yourself, and it was what? Eight inches? Nine?”
“Nine,” I say tightly. “But what the hell? You can’t have a competition like this! It’s wrong!”
He raises an eyebrow at me, and I’m stunned again at how godawful handsome Carver is. He’s got a strong Roman nose, perfectly sculpted lips and glinting blue eyes that are looking at me with humor right now. Okay, so I’m nude and riding his dick in the middle of the room, but still, this is an important conversation and we have to have it.
“What do you mean, wrong?” he asks in a drawl.
I gape at him.
“Well, wrong as in girls don’t do this kind of thing. We don’t … I don’t know, measure the depths of our pussies so that men know how deep we are! Eew, that’s gross!”
He shrugs.
“It doesn’t sound gross to me, and if anything, I think it sounds really good. It’s something I’m definitely interested in. I’d pay good money to watch a competition like this.”
I snort again.
“That’s what’s wrong with you billionaires. You think money buys you everything, but it doesn’t,” I proclaim haughtily. “You can’t buy my dignity with cash.”
Again, I realize the irony of my words given our current position. Not only am I nude in his lap, but I barely know this man. Yet I’m talking with him about illicit subjects concerning my body, and feel totally comfortable doing so. What gives?
Carver merely shoots me a sly grin, one corner of that gorgeous mouth curving up.
“Sweetheart, I don’t think my money can buy me everything. Not at all. In fact, I’ve learned the hard way that the best things in life are free. Isn’t that how the saying goes? But I’d love it if you competed. How about, just for participating, I’ll give you a prize.”
My eyes squint.
“Didn’t you just hear me? Money can’t buy you everything!”