Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
I put a hand on his chest. “No way. You think—”
I don’t even get the whole sentence out and he’s pulling me into the hotel room and kicking the door shut with his boot. He leans me against the door. “Faith, please kiss me.”
I push him away. “I don’t know where your mouth has been.”
With a pained expression, he shakes his head. “I didn’t want her to kiss me.”
I roll my eyes. “Usually if you don’t want someone to kiss you, you don’t let them kiss you.”
“Faith, if you saw that, then you saw me push her away and leave.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “Right, so is she meeting you here later or—”
He leans toward me. “I’m not that guy, Faith, and I think you know that.”
A shrill laugh explodes from me. “Please. I saw the women throwing themselves at you. I saw big boobs all over you and…”
He pulls me toward him and gruffly exclaims, “I just want you.”
Before I can say anything, he’s shaking his head, and his voice is thick with emotion. “I’m telling you, Faith. I only want to kiss you, and when that… that woman touched me, it made me sick. I don’t want her. I didn’t want her to touch me, and it made me sick that you had to see it.” He tilts my chin up. “If it was the other way around and some guy…” He can’t even say the words because he’s shaking his head in disgust.
I’m starting to soften, and I lean into him. “So Dixon… I know this is temporary, and I thought I could handle it, but I have a favor to ask.”
“Anything,” he grunts.
I gesture between the two of us. “As long as we are doing whatever this is, you don’t uh, date, other women.”
He nods. “Done.”
I tilt my head to the side, not believing it was that easy. “That means no…”
I can’t even say the words, but he’s agreeing. He wraps his arms around my waist and holds me to him. “Princess, since you walked into the Whiskey Whistler, I haven’t looked at another woman. I want you.”
I go to my tiptoes. “Okay.”
He doesn’t hesitate. He lifts me in his arms before I even get the whole word out. His lips press to mine as he carries me across the room to his bed.
The bulge of his manhood is at my core, and I’m wishing we didn’t have jeans on between us. I pull away. “I need you. I need this.”
He kisses my cheek, my lips, and my neck and then nibbles my ear. He whispers, “I want you too, but we can’t. I know you’re sore—”
I push out of his arms, and as soon as my feet hit the ground, I turn him and push him onto the bed. “Oh no way, mister. We’re doing this.”
He raises up on his elbows. “Faith…”
I grab his jeans and try to pull them down his hips. “Lift.”
He grunts and raises his hips. As I pull down his jeans and underwear, his cock bounces, already hard against his belly.
I pull his pants down his legs, drop them to the floor, and then wrap my hand around his girth.
He grabs the bed covers and pulls, groaning. “Argh.”
I lick the tip of his penis and then stroke my tongue along his length. He groans, and I try not to smile as I bob up and down on him.
His hand goes to my cheek. “Look at me.”
I raise my eyes to his and keep sucking. He licks his lips. “Fuck, you look so good with your pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”
I moan, and his hips jerk. “Fuck, princess, you’re perfect. You suck my dick just right.”
Moaning again, I take him deeper until he’s hitting the back of my throat.
I’m sucking him one second, and then he’s dragging me up his body the next. I’m straddling his hips, and he’s removing my shirt and bra. He kneads my breasts, lavishing each one with the attention I need. I’m gyrating my hips, pressing my core against him. I groan, begging him. “Please.”
He rolls me to my back and hovers over me. “You sure about this?”
I grab the button on my jeans and make quick work of removing them and my panties. “You’re not backing out now.”
He slides his hand down my belly and palms my womanhood. He’s kissing my neck and whispers, “There’s other ways I can please you. I don’t want to hurt you.”
I put my hand on each side of his face and force him to look at me. “You’re only going to hurt me if you turn me away. After today, I need you inside me. I need to know, even if it’s just for tonight, that you’re mine.”
His finger slides through my folds, and he groans. “You’re so wet.”