Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Just when the fire spiked in my veins, her nails started to drag across my chest, and she squeezed me with the strength of a boa constrictor, gripping my dick harder than a man’s handshake. There were tears and whimpers, marks on my skin from her scratches, echoes of her pleasure bouncing off all of my walls.
I couldn’t take it anymore. Her natural sultriness, the deep curve in her back, the way she loved it when my dick hurt. She’d been all over me the moment she’d walked in the door—and now her cream was all over me too. I could feel it building up on my balls. I tugged her up and down harder, my breaths elevated in a heated frenzy.
“Fuck, your dick is even bigger.”
I didn’t need another reason to come, but she gave me a reason to come harder. I gripped her and forced her down onto my length, ignoring the hiss of pain from between her clenched teeth. My cock twitched and throbbed as it filled the condom that caught my seed, but I pretended it wasn’t there, that it was just me and her.
Our dirty plates from dinner were in the other room behind the closed door. I’d sent off a text to George a while ago to let him know he could come fetch it. Like a mouse, he moved in and out without making a sound.
The curtains were still open, and rain splattered the window, the little drops like music in the quiet room. I lay in bed with Astrid, her beautiful body naked beside mine under the sheets. Her bag was on the armchair in the corner.
Her eye makeup was smeared from the various rendezvous that had taken place from the study to the bedroom, and even though she would probably be mortified if she knew how she looked, there was something about it that I liked. Maybe because I was the reason the black color bled down her face…because of the tears.
I liked her without makeup too, first thing in the morning after she woke up. Her eyes looked different when they were well-rested. They had a different kind of shine to them, like the morning light on a summer day.
All those thoughts swirled through my head as I stared at her.
Her eyes gently flicked back and forth between mine as she absorbed my stare the way a cat absorbed the sun. “Can I ask you something?”
“Yes.” My eyes were still focused on her face, her high cheekbones, her full lips. She was a painter, but she could easily be the subject of any masterpiece. I could picture her in a painting, her naked body wrapped up in cream-colored sheets, looking out the window as the sun poked through the rain clouds.
“Has…your size been an issue before?”
“My size?” My thoughts were elsewhere, imagining that painting on my wall in my study, her beauty replacing the haunting imaging of the changeling.
“You know…” She glanced down to the sheets at my waist.
It took me a moment to understand. “It’s not for everyone.”
“So, it’s affected your relationships?”
“I would say it’s affected my fees.” I’d only been in one relationship my whole life, and she’d handled it like a pro.
“Your fees?”
“What escorts charge me.”
She gave a slow nod. “Aren’t those women professionals?”
“Yes. But depending on what I want, they need to be fairly compensated.” I had more money than I could spend, so I didn’t care about the price. Perhaps that was why I was a popular client. I’d heard through the grapevine that some of the escorts fought over who got to service me if one of my preferred escorts was unavailable.
“Like what?”
“Well, I like to fuck a woman in the ass. That’s a big ask in my circumstance.”
The discomfort was in her eyes, so my choice of partners still bothered her. She did her best to hide it, but I knew her tells too well now. “I see.” Her eyes traveled slightly down, looking at my chest instead of my eyes, her thoughts drifting elsewhere.
“I’d love to fuck you in the ass.”
Her eyes immediately shot back to mine.
“If you’re into that.”
“I-I don’t think I am.”
“It sounds like you’ve never done it.”
The hesitation remained in her eyes. “No. It’s never come up.”
“Good to know.”
Her eyes were on mine, like she wanted to say something, but she chose to keep it to herself.
“Does my size bother you?”
“No,” she said immediately. “I just wish… Never mind.”
“Tell me.”
“It doesn’t matter—”
“Tell me.”
Her eyes turned away again. “I just wish we didn’t have to wear anything. It’s been a long time since I’ve done the condom thing, and it would be nice to really feel you.”
Heat flushed through my body because just the thought enticed my flesh. I couldn’t remember how good it felt because it’d been so long. Even with escorts who insisted they were clean, I still wore protection because you couldn’t always trust a sex worker.