Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 96287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
The drive lasted for three hours, and they took a few bathroom breaks. It was near lunchtime when they finally parked in a small parking space. There were several signs that looked faded, calling it a tourist attraction.
“This looks like a scene out of a horror movie,” Larissa said.
Big Dick laughed. “It’s not, you’re going to have to trust me.”
She did trust him, but this was a little scary.
He climbed out of the car and went to the trunk, pulling out a large wicker basket and a blanket.
“Come on, I know the perfect spot.”
At Big Dick’s request, she had on a bathing suit beneath her clothes. He had asked about her having a bikini, but she didn’t own one of them, only a one-piece suit.
He took hold of her hand once again, and they started to walk down the trail, which led into the forest. The slight warm breeze that rustled the trees and the sound of birds chirping was beautiful and peaceful. She felt relaxed.
They walked for a good twenty minutes, until they finally came to a large lake. There was a lot of flat, dirty ground, and through some of the trees, the sun shone. It was idyllic. And completely romantic.
“I believe the trail lost some funding a few years ago. The company that ran it did some shady shit, which got them shut down, and some dispute is keeping it from reopening as a tourist spot,” Big Dick said.
“It’s beautiful.”
“And no one comes here,” he said, putting the blanket on the ground, followed by the basket on top. The moment his hands were free, he reached for her, pulling her into his arms. “Which means you and I are totally alone, with no one to interrupt us.” He kissed her, and Larissa ran her hands up his chest, circling them around the back of his neck.
She felt the moment he started to release the zipper on her dress, and she didn’t fight him. Instead, she began to help him, pushing his jacket off, and that was when she realized he was not wearing his leather cut.
“Why are you not wearing your leather cut?”
“Because, depending on where we go, as a sign of respect, you have to ask permission to wear it through claimed territories.”
“Is this a claimed territory?”
“I don’t know, but I also don’t want to risk it. Today, I’m not Big Dick of the Hell’s Bastards MC. For today only, I’ll be George and you’ll be Larissa.” And he pushed the dress she was wearing down her arms, making it fall to the floor. “I thought I said bikini?”
“I don’t have one.”
He tutted. “You know what this means?”
“No?”
He fingered the strap of her suit and started to pull it down.
“What?” she asked. “No, I can’t do that.”
“Well, I’m going to.” He stepped away from her, and she watched as he stripped his clothes completely off his body.
She couldn’t help but laugh and gasp.
“What’s it going to be, Larissa?” he asked.
She rolled her eyes, but she was teasing him. However, she did feel quite bold and terrified, so many emotions all wrapped into one.
Taking her bathing suit off, stripping that last layer of protection felt like a huge step. The moment she took it off, George was there, wrapping his arms around her. She let out a giggle, as his hands were everywhere. He pressed her back against him, and she felt the hardness of his cock.
“Do you feel what you do to me?” he asked.
She moaned in response.
“Are you wet for me?”
“Yes,” she said somewhat breathlessly.
He put a hand at her stomach and she didn’t stop him, even as he ran his hand down to cup her between the thighs. She cried out at the instant hit of pleasure. This was next level, and it completely took her breath away. She couldn’t think, could only feel.
He teased her clit, stroking her. “I could be inside you, Larissa, while touching your clit.”
She sunk her teeth into her lip. She was so tempted, but she just wasn’t ready.
Reaching behind her, she gripped his cock within her palm, and like he had shown her, she started to touch him, applying the kind of pressure he preferred.
“Fuck me,” he said, with a growl.
She leaned back against him, trusting him. No one was going to find them. They were completely alone, and she let go. His touch was setting her on fire.
He had been the one to touch her last night, sneaking into the bakery as she was getting ready to close. Big Dick had taken her into Ava’s office, spread her out across the desk, and proceeded to lick her pussy, as he informed her he’d been thinking about it all day.
Usually, cleaning up the bakery was easy, but with Big Dick as a distraction, she didn’t get home until after eight. Her father hadn’t been home, which she was thankful for.