Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 52384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Everything else seemed to follow naturally, the music flowing around her like liquid silk that her limbs sinuously followed.
Nathan’s arousal simmered as Alyx’s slender arms slowly moved up, her fingers grazing the sides of her body before curving around her breasts---
Ah God.
Beautiful.
She was so damn beautiful, and he couldn’t remember wanting a woman more than he wanted her now.
Her boyishly cut hair should have made her look less feminine, but it only served to accentuate the gentle delicateness of her curves, and God, the way those dark eyes beckoned him---
Nathan breathed hard as Alyx teased him with a forbidden promise, her fingers circling her breasts, closer and closer but never quite touching her nipples---
A groan escaped him.
A moment later, and she was suddenly straddling him, her knees sliding on the deep cushions. The silk mini skirt she wore inched up, and when she settled down on him, it was to have her barely-covered pussy right on top of his cock.
He shuddered. “Alyx---”
Her hands clutched his shoulders, and then she was rubbing herself against him, slowly, seductively. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down. She did it over and over until he lost all sense of direction, lust incinerating the entire world until it was just Alyx and her sweet, wet, throbbing pussy.
A delicious, hot pressure began to build inside Alyx, mounting up as she ground herself harder and faster against Nathan’s rigid cock. “Nathan.” His name tumbled past her lips in an aching whimper, and she whimpered again when she felt his hands move roughly---
His fingers slipped through the sides of her thong---
Oh God.
And then he was thrusting all three fingers inside of her.
“Nathan!”
Her head started to fall back, but Nathan’s free hand had suddenly fisted her hair, yanking her head back to him. His fingers withdrew, and she started to moan in protest---
His mouth captured hers, and the sound was lost in his deep, raw kiss.
A moment later, Nathan shoved his fingers back into her pussy, and she shuddered against him, crying his name out against his mouth.
A wondrously tumultuous cycle began, their bodies rocking against each other as Nathan fucked her with his fingers while she did her best to feverishly rub herself over his cock. Inside of her, the pressure hadn’t stopped mounting, her body tightening more and more---
Just when she felt like she couldn’t bear any more, Nathan tore his mouth from hers, and he whispered harshly against her lips, “Do you really want me to be the one to take your virginity?”
Aaaaaaah.
“I won’t ask you again.”
Eyes clouded with need met Nathan’s. “Yes.”
The moment the whispered reply fell from her lips, he released her hair to reach for her clit---
She started to scream.
As he stroked her clit, he began shoving his fingers harder and harder into her.
“Nathaaaaaaan----”
And as Alyx started to come, her body arching against him, his mouth moved back to her ear. “Next time…” Nathan’s voice was rough. “It will be my cock inside of you.”
Alyx
Over a week had passed since I joined the mile-high club, and what a week it had been. “Making her fall in love with him” apparently translated to sticking to me like glue in the ex-model’s book, with Nathan accompanying me everywhere while keeping me in a sexual thrall so powerful it had me doing things I had never thought I’d be willing to do.
Monday’s café was where I came to discover why footsies were indeed erotic, with Nathan able to make me come with just his damn foot. Tuesday’s newly opened 4D cinema introduced me to the pleasures of making out in a theater, Nathan having to cover my mouth when the way he stroked my pussy became too much for me to bear in silence.
Wednesday’s airport lounge was probably one of the craziest, with Nathan managing to sneak me in and out of the men’s shower room without being detected. While I deep-throated his cock on my knees, Nathan had managed to keep a steady flow of conversation with the other guys, all of whom seemed to have been suffering from a bad case of hero worship.
Thursday, Friday, and Saturday – the same things had happened, and I’d have become suspicious that Nathan only saw me as a sexual toy than someone he was trying to help get over heartbreak---
If not for the little things, such as the way he would hang out in my apartment when I was working on a blog post and he’d make me coffee exactly the way I liked it. It was the way, when we weren’t busy making each other come, he would ask me questions incessantly, almost as if he wanted to know me better than I knew myself.
It was the way he had looked at me when I had asked him baldly why hadn’t he tried fucking me yet, and yes, it was the way he had answered me, too. “I don’t want you to keep thinking of yourself as a slut. We both know you’re not, but you’ll end up thinking that if we sleep with each other right away.” After, he had reached for a lock of my hair, bringing it to his lips as he murmured, “So let’s take our time driving each other crazy, sweetheart.”