Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Knox rolls us, turning my head to kiss me slowly and tenderly as he wraps his big, muscled arms around me and pulls me tight.
“That was… fuck, Simone,” he groans quietly, kissing me. “That was perfection, beautiful.”
“Oh, that?” I grin lazily and happily, shrugging nonchalantly. “Just a typical Friday night with me, you know. Better hang on tight.”
He chuckles, grinning as he leans in to kiss me slow and deep, until I can feel it in my damn toes.
“Typical, huh? I hope I didn’t bite off more than I can chew.”
I giggle, kissing him back as he strokes my skin, holding me so tenderly, soothing me after the hardcore fucking of my life he’s just given me.
“I bet you can manage,” I say quietly as I pull back and lose myself in his gaze.
He smiles, leaning in to kiss my lips again as he slowly and gently pulls his cock free of me. I whimper as I feel the thick torrent of his cum drip from my ass, and I feel so completely filled and covered with him that it’s almost a head rush of pleasure.
“Come here, gorgeous,” he purrs, sliding from the bed and leaning down to scoop me easily into his chiseled arms. “Let’s get cleaned up.”
He kisses me again as he strides across the room, into his bathroom and the waiting shower.
8
Knox
An hour and three orgasms for Simone from my fingers, tongue, and then cock later, we step out of big quadruple-head rain-shower to dry off. I wrap her small body in a big terry-cloth robe, pulling her into me and hugging her as she pants against my chest.
“You, Mr. Carmichael,” she moans quietly as she grins into my skin. “You’re going to be the death of me.
And the thing is, she may very well be the death of me, too, but damn what a way to go. I can’t fucking get enough of her. I mean hell, I’ve already claimed her mouth, her pussy, and her ass tonight, and cum in all three of them, and I still want more. I’m still harder than ever, and the thought of bending her over on all fours on my bed and watching my thick, big cock sliding into her obscenely tight little butt again is enough to make my balls twitch with need.
But then I hear the sound of a cell phone ringtone going off—her cell phone, seeing as it’s not my ringer. Simone glances out of the bathroom door towards the bedroom, but just snuggles into me as it goes quiet. It goes off again, and again, we let it go. But then it goes off a third time, and she frowns as she pulls away from me.
“Okay, who the hell is calling me this late?”
And slowly, I start to grin.
Simone shakes her head, still frowning. “Bianca would text, maybe, not call,” she murmurs, almost to herself. “And it’s not work. I’m off until Tuesday.”
My grin widens. Yeah, I’ve got a pretty good idea who it is. And when the fucking thing goes off a fourth time in a row at roughly two o’clock in the morning, I know I’m right.
It’s The Agency, wondering where the hell my semen is.
See, though they may refer to themselves as this shadowy, secretive organization, really, they’re not. I’ve known about them for quite some time, and I also know that I’m at the top of their “list.” Not to be a pompous douche, but a sperm sample from a guy like me? With my success, my brains, my looks? It would go for a fortune on the black market to rich people who need some help with conception.
But, while I feel for those people, fuck that. Selling my sperm without my knowledge or consent, so I can have kids out there in the world I don’t even know? Yeah, fuck everything about that.
The Agency is going down.
They’ve never been busted because they use desperate girls who will cover for them. If a girl does get caught in the act, they’ll pay her if she just plays it like she’s crazy and denies their existence. Simone isn’t crazy, of course, and she trusts me. Also, it’s safe to say that marrying me pretty firmly takes her out of the “desperate financial straits” situation in a pretty fucking big way.
“Simone.”
She half turns back to me, still shooting a glaring look at her phone as it goes off yet again.
“What is—”
“The Agency,” I say quietly. “That’s who’s calling you.”
She turns fully towards me, swallowing.
“You really do know it all, don’t you?”
I nod. “I’ve known about them for a long, long time. Suffice to say, you’re not the first girl they’ve tried to use to get to me.”
Simone’s face goes livid for a moment, flashing raw heat and anger before I laugh, shaking my head as I pull her into me.