Free Revolving Doors by Perri Forrest

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    I made every effort to give him all I could. That dick was good and I wanted to savor every minute.
    When he finally took me doggy-style, it was a memorable experience and I suspected that it would be for a long time.
    He didn’t just pound, he took his time, and gave equal attention to my ass, rubbing and spanking at just the right times, in just the right spots for just the right reaction.
    It was evident the session wasn’t all about penetration for him. He was on a hunting trail and making sure he made his target.
    I would have gladly given that man a 5-star rating for Valentina’s books. 
    He introduced me to my clitoris. I was surprised and ecstatic to learn of its existence. I sure as hell didn’t know there was a part of my anatomy that could cause me to have that much mind-blowing, pleasure.
    Dear Victor’s tongue: You’re officially my best friend. Signed, a very satisfied American girl .
    “I enjoyed myself, the feel of you, the taste of you...” he continued.
    “Thank you Sir,” I responded seductively. “It makes me happy that I made the grade.”
    He grinned slyly. It seemed so long ago that I spotted him in his suit and thought he would be uptight and reserved. Boy, did he debunk that myth .
    He looked casually cool sitting across from me in a white polo shirt, jeans and a single diamond stud in his ear that I somehow missed earlier.
    Yes indeed, Victor oozed sex appeal. That wife of his was a lucky woman.
    “So, Gabriella…can I ask why it was your family chose Brazil as their vacation destination?”
    “Oh…the story is really short and sweet. At the onset of my father’s career with his firm, he was sent to Rio to finalize a deal and he fell in love with it. When he married my mother, he took her for their honeymoon, and they vacationed there often until I was born. Then they settled for trips to Disneyland and the San Diego Zoo,” I laughed. “When I was nine years old, they brought me for Carnival and we’ve been coming ever since.”
    “I don’t know why the break happened; probably because they had a new baby on board. But they sure as hell made up for lost time. They were just here in February…we were all just here in February. This is the first trip I’ve made alone.”
    “What line of work are your parents in? If you don’t mind me asking.”
    “Not at all. My father is VP at an advertising firm, and my mother is in public relations.”
    “ Ohhh …” he said while tracing his finger across my hand. “So, you’re the spoiled little rich girl…behaving badly,” he teased. “Your family has money?”
    A gaze accompanied my guarded response, “You…could say that,” I said slowly withdrawing my hand.
    “Overstepping?”
    “On a scale from 1-10, I would say about an 8.999.”
    “Sorry,” he chuckled, but sounding genuine at the same time. “Consider it the last time.”
    I shot him a yeah right look, to which he responded, “ I promise …”
    “Ok…since you’re so cute and all,” I remarked, playfully wagging my finger at him . “I’m holding you to your word, Mister.”
    “If I go back on my word, I will make it up to you over and over in any way you like. Though…” he paused, smiling while reclaiming my hand, “I’ll have you know, I was planning to do that anyway.”
    Damn! That smile. He is fine!
    “Not much else to the story at all,” I surrendered. “My parents took month-long vacations each year to come to Brazil and we would relax, enjoy Carnival and get together with friends.”
    “Month-long vacations? What about school? Work, I get how that can be arranged…but how did that go over with your schooling?”
    “That was the easy part. I was homeschooled from elementary all the way through high school.  There wasn’t much promise in the public education system in the States, and since my grandmother was an educator, she knew first hand and passed on her views to my parents.”
    “That makes sense.”
    “The first year I