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)
She was so close. There was just no way she could hold back, and as he flicked her clit repeatedly, and it hit the spot, she came, taking more of his cock into her mouth at the same time, grinding her pussy onto his face. There was no control.
All she felt was absolute, mindless pleasure. She didn’t want to think.
All she cared about was feeling, and then George followed her. She felt the swelling of his cock moments before he spilled wave upon wave of cum into her mouth, and she swallowed him down.
****
Three Months Later
Big Dick looked across the restaurant table. He had to choose these moments where he could sneak off with Larissa. Most of the time, she was so busy at the bakery, and with Harlow’s baby bump now very much on display, the women seemed to be converging together. He rarely got a chance to sneak in a kiss or anything. And now, it had been a long time since he had sex. Actual sex.
Larissa looked stunning tonight. Her hair was pulled back, with strands falling all around her face. She wore another dress, this one pushed her tits right up and molded to her curves, but was so sexy and flattering. He had seen the way men looked at her as they walked into the restaurant.
Once again, he wasn’t wearing his leather cut, which pissed him off. Every time he took her out of town, he left his leather cut in the trunk of his car. To add to this, the Twisted Bastards MC had been quiet.
He had hoped that getting Larissa out of his system with all the time he was spending with her, he would have been able to locate them, but so far, nothing. Since he had caught the cameras and they changed all the locks, it was like their enemies had just disappeared, and he hated that.
Three months ago, Smokey had also asked him for a personal favor—to find the man that was making Larissa question her lifestyle choices when it came to marriage. He wanted to make sure that whoever it was, was not pressuring Larissa into doing something she didn’t want to do. Big Dick didn’t lie to the Prez. He had simply said that Larissa wasn’t telling him who she was seeing. If Smokey knew that he was the one pursuing Larissa, there would be hell to pay.
He took a sip of his water. Something was coming, Big Dick knew that. The longer the Twisted Bastards MC remained aloof, the more dangerous they could be. He didn’t like it.
“This is a really beautiful restaurant, George. You didn’t have to do this,” she said.
“I don’t know when we’ll get a moment alone again. We have to take these moments every chance we get.”
She smiled at him, and damn it, he had tried to ignore that smile, but it was calling to his freaking soul. He didn’t know what Larissa was doing to him, but it was tearing him apart. He had to keep reminding himself that he was only pursuing Larissa to put Carlos in his place. The only problem was, this was not about that bet anymore. Being with Larissa was like a breath of fresh air.
For one, she was no prude. He loved her laughter and how she cared about everyone. She was never selfish, and there were times he had no choice but to intervene, because he felt it was easy for people to walk all over her. She was special.
He’d looked at the club women he’d enjoyed and thought about all the pussy he had tasted, and not once had any of them made him feel the way Larissa did. He never woke up next to them. He always used them and left. He loved waking up to Larissa, seeing her sleep.
What the fuck was the matter with him?
He was not falling in love.
Over the past few months, he had opened up to Larissa. He’d talked to her about his rocky relationship with his parents. The brothers he got along with, and Erick, who he didn’t get along with. Then Harlow. How he felt over Hunter’s betrayal. He had been real with her, and Larissa had been real with him.
“You’re right, and this salmon is delicious. You want to try?” she asked. She scooped up some of her salmon in cream sauce and offered it to him.
He looked at her, and although he wasn’t a big fan of fish, he took a bite anyway and enjoyed it. It was good. He offered her some steak and she took a bite, and he watched those lips. He loved her lips, the way they looked around his dick blew his fucking mind.
They finished their dinner and were just waiting for dessert when Big Dick excused himself to use the bathroom. He didn’t need the bathroom. He needed a moment to think. This bet was a fucked-up idea. It was a mess.