Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 76609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
He leaned forward and started stretching his calves, planting both fists into the carpet and leaning back on one foot.
The muscles of his arms bulged, and I swallowed, the familiar tingle in my pussy flaring to life as I watched the sexy man move.
“Uhhh,” I said smartly.
He switched arms and moaned as the stretch worked its magic on the sore muscles of his legs.
“Aspen?” Drew grinned, panting lightly. “What are you doing?”
I stood up and stripped my clothes from my body, revealing the garter belt, hose, and matching panty and bra set I’d slipped on after my shower.
He hadn’t seen it before, and I’d been saving it for tonight. However, the way the sweat was clinging to his body, as well as the way his eyes seemed heated, made me forget my good intentions.
The road to hell is paved in them.
His head came up when I dropped the t-shirt that was covering my upper half, his eyes dragging along my legs and stopping when he found out exactly what I was wearing…up close and personal.
“What are you doing?” He repeated, his voice having dropped at least an octave in about thirty seconds flat.
“I’m using you,” I told him, walking up to him until my pussy was just a few inches from his face.
His hands came up to rest on my hips, and I smiled.
I had him.
“You think the maid comes while we’re out?” I asked him.
He nodded.
“That’s what the chick at the front desk said. They come twice a day, and most of them try to come during the evening hours while the folks are out for dinner,” he said, licking his lips, then leaning forward to place a kiss right above my panty line.
I stepped back out of his reach, then challenged him with my eyes.
“I want the maid to know I was well fucked in this room when she comes to check on it later,” I whispered, backing up until my knees hit the bed with a soft thump.
Drew smiled, taking his shirt off by hooking his hand in the collar at the back of his neck and bending over to pull it swiftly from his body.
“I’ll see what I can do,” he said, standing up to start on his shorts.
I bit my lip, causing his eyes to zero in on the move.
He always got so hot when he saw me do that. I didn’t really know why, but I found myself doing it way more than I needed to just for the simple fact that I liked his reactions to it.
I sat down heavily, then rolled over to present my ass to him.
He moved up behind me; his hairy thighs met the backs of mine.
Then his cock probed my entrance and I smiled.
“Don’t rip my panties,” I told him, looking over my shoulder at him.
He must not have heard me, because the next thing to go were my panties, and not in a nice way.
I gasped and shoved up on my elbows to look at him.
“Drew!” I said in surprise. “I just paid fifty dollars for this bra and panty set!”
His eyes caught mine and darkened.
“Don’t care,” he muttered, sliding the length of his cock down the lips of my sex and back up again.
I moaned into my pillow, turning my head so I could bite the edge of one.
These were small cabins, and there wasn’t much room between our cabin and my mom’s cabin. The same went for the ones his daughter was currently in. So, I tried to be as quiet as I could be.
I didn’t want to make this day any more awkward than it was already going to be by allowing them to hear my sounds of ecstasy scarcely an hour before this first meeting.
But then Drew thrust his fat cock into me, and I realized that that was a stupid idea anyway.
I had no control when it came to Drew.
If he wanted me to scream, which, obviously, he wanted me doing right then, then I’d fucking scream.
“Give me your eyes,” he ordered, pulling my hair.
I screeched.
“Don’t touch my hair!” I ordered him. “It took me nearly thirty minutes to get these curls perfect.”
He ignored me, pulling my hair until I was back up on my hands and looking at him over my shoulder.
Then he started to pull out of me before filling me back up again. Long, strong thrusts that had me panting in a matter of moments.
His eyes stayed locked with mine while he did, and I very nearly lost the battle before it’d even started.
His abs contracted and relaxed with each thrust, and his eyes went down to where we were connected, breaking the contact that was holding me hostage.
My head went down to the pillow, but he obviously didn’t want that because he pulled my hair back again.
I had two choices; either look up so he’d loosen the hold he had on my hair or endure the pain.