Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Was I coming onto her?
Yeah, I was.
“Why do I keep finding myself in these situations, God? Is it me? Am I attracting these broody, possessive men that don’t know what they want?”
The fact that she was comparing me to her piece-of-shit ex only added to the bullshit raging through my mind.
“You’re not helping!” she shouted into the air. “What am I supposed to do now? I feel like he just drew the line in the sand and I’m over here like… do I step over it? Do I wait for him to? Are we now going to play this cat and mouse game? Like what the fuck?! Sorry! I did not mean to cuss, but holy Jesus…”
I scoffed out a chuckle, only she would apologize to the man above.
“What do I do with what just happened? Do I pretend like it didn’t happen? Is he going to start letting me in? Does that make us friends? Are we friends? Oh man, I’m so screwed… woooosaaaaahhhhh, Camila, woooosaaaaahhhhh…” she quoted my favorite movie, only intriguing me more.
Everything in my body, in my heart, in my core was telling, screaming, bellowing for me to go downstairs and talk to her.
To try and figure this shit out together. I was as confused as she was, if not more.
“Bailey… Beauty… I’m so fuckin’ sorry. What do I do? What do you want me to do?” I found myself pleading.
It wasn’t until she started taking off her shorts, that I realized I had no fucking choice with what happened next. My cock jolted and sprang up high, aching. My mouth went completely dry and parted slightly.
She threw her shirt off next before diving into the pool. Swimming laps, trying to forget about me and the way I left things.
It wasn’t that easy, was it, Cami?
My question was answered when she slowly, stepped out of the water.
Her skin flushed.
Her body wet.
Her nipples peeking through her triangle top.
My scowl trailed down her neck toward her tits, which were popping out at the seams, just waiting to be freed from her tiny, black bikini. Right down to her narrow, small waist.
I envisioned gripping onto her hips, guiding her down my cock.
A thought that should have never crossed my goddamn mind, but I was still a man.
Her tan skin, her slender thighs, her round, plump ass…
Made me lose my control.
Handing it right the fuck over to her.
Narrowing my eyes, I continued my visual assault down to her tight, flat stomach, wanting to kiss my way toward what I imagined to be her perfect pussy. My cock twitched at the thought of her riding my face.
“Fuck me,” I stressed out in pain.
I’d memorized every curve to her body, every inch of her skin, every part of her was now engrained in my memory.
And I wasn’t just talking about this moment, it was from earlier that day.
She was absolutely unaware of the reaction she evoked in me from seeing her in the pool this afternoon. Her bikini left little to the imagination, and that pissed me off just as much as it turned me the fuck on.
Remembering Noah’s words from yesterday as if he was saying them to me right then, “For Christ’s sake, at least stroke your cock to her once, so it takes the fuckin’ stick outta your ass.”
She grabbed the new phone I bought her this morning before heading to the barbeque. Longing to be around my family, another desire I gave into because of her.
Once she turned on the music, my cock took on a mind of his own.
When her hands dropped to her knees, so did the zipper of my slacks. Before I knew what I was doing, I unbuttoned my pants and pulled out my rock-hard dick. Needing some fucking release.
Within seconds, I was stroking my shaft.
Watching the way her hips swayed.
The way her perky tits stood at attention.
The way her luscious ass bounced up and down, imagining it was my cock she was riding.
“The fuck am I doing?” I pleaded in distress.
I’d only ever been with one woman, and there I was, fucking my fist to another like a teenage boy. Feening for her pussy.
Her hands worked their way up her body, spinning in a slow, torturous circle. I pumped my dick harder and faster, my hips moving in the opposite direction of my hand. Seeing her every move effortlessly through dark, dilated, hooded eyes.
“Christ…” I groaned out a little too loudly on the edge of coming, but not quite there yet.
My chest was rising and falling with each drive of my hand, stroking my cock to the sight of her.
To the sinful goddamn vision in front of me.
Getting harder and harder, the head of my dick bulging, bright fucking purple.
To the point of pain.
To the point of agony.
To the point of wanting to come so hard.