Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
When I saw her front, I felt like the air was knocked out of my lungs. Taking a breath didn’t help the matter. Maci’s scent is deep and exotic, pulling you in like a siren’s song. The warmth of vanilla and caramel, a touch of honey that had me ready and wanting a whole lot more. Her plush pouty lips are full and inviting, and when I got my mouth on them, she came alive. Maci couldn’t wait, and I couldn’t, either. The only thing holding me back from dragging her out of the bar the minute I took notice was the fact I’d been in my uniform. I’ve got plans to move away from commercial airlines, and the last thing I wanted was to get fired by hauling Maci over my shoulder through the airport. That’s why when the elevator closed and we were alone, I moved us into the corner, furthest away from the camera, hiding myself and her. I went slow at first with our kiss, each movement deliberate, but when she let out a soft sigh, allowing me to gain entrance, shit got real fast. Her leg wrapped around the back of my thigh, and if it weren’t for the tight fabric, I’d have had my cock out and buried inside her within a minute.
The dinging of the elevator made us pull apart, but still, she didn’t cool off. Her hands were on me every which way. We stepped into the corridor and walked toward the hotel room, her in front of me, staying close. Her ass arching into my groin made it damn hard to get the door to my room unlocked. The minute we cleared the doorway, all bets were off. I had her up against the wall, wrenching her skirt up and allowing me to feel her with my bare hands. They gripped the cheeks of her ass, pulling them apart and feeling the sweet heat of her pussy. Maci’s hands were ripping at my shirt buttons, trying to yank me free of my clothes, and I was busy trying to get her off. We nearly ended up on the floor before we got ahold of ourselves, stripping our clothes away, dropping them piece by piece, until my breathing became uncontrollable. Maci did the unthinkable; she turned around, traipsed her sweet-as-fuck body toward the dresser where a mirror hung above it, and bent over. I lost the will to hold back. A rip of a condom later, and my cock was sheathed. I was behind her, my hands on her hips, and the only reason I sunk my cock to the hilt was because I saw her wetness; she was fucking saturated. Her eyes closed, while mine stayed locked on hers at the mirror and only left to watch my cock tunnel in and out her slick pussy.
The first time she came, it was hot and fast. The second time was with my mouth. Then she did one better, spinning around until her mouth engulfed my dick, and we both got off, her jacking my cock until her tits were coated with my cum. The third round, it was me flat on my back with Maci working her hips until we both got off. After that, we were both wiped. Still, when she laid her head on the pillow, my arm beneath her neck, I watched how her nipples tightened when the tips of my fingers dragged along her skin, and damn if my cock didn’t perk up at the thought of having her again. We still weren’t done. A few hours later, I pulled her out of her sleep and dragged her to the shower, where we did a fuck of a lot more than wash each other.
“Housekeeping!” I hear someone enter the room, jarring me out of my semi-state of sleep, and I look at the clock.
“Fuck,” I groan, wiping my hand down my face at not seeing any trace of Maci here. Figures that the one woman who has me ready for more fucked, cut, and ran.
“Oh, sorry.” A member of the cleaning staff appears at the doorway.
“No, no. Can you give me five minutes, and I’ll be out of your way?” I ask, making sure my cock isn’t visible. It appears Maci has fucked up more than my cock. She’s got my head fucked up, too.
1
MACI
Present Day
“You can do this,” I tell myself beneath my breath as I smooth down the non- existent wrinkles in my skirt. My nerves have gotten the best of me, and I’ve yet to leave my childhood home to start my first day of work. After leaving Vegas, I hit the ground running, obviously after letting my parents hug and question me to death, totally allowable, too, seeing as I’m currently back at home living with them rent free. I went down the line, telling them what I could since being blindsided by Chad the chode. Except, while I’d like to put every last bit of blame on him, I had to take some accountability myself, and that’s the cold hard truth. Okay, not all of it. After all, your dick doesn’t slip and fall into your secretary’s pussy on its own. I did maybe sort of rely on him a little too much, which goes against every grain of my being.