Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 110278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
“I’m screwing this all up. If you cover your, you know, manhood, I’ll be more than happy to help. I can’t say that I’ve done home health, so this is all new to me, and I was not prepared for that.” Her head is bobbing up and down as she blurts all of it out.
“Nah, I’m just being a dick. Once again.” I look down to where I have the towel hiding my hard cock. “I will need your help getting dressed though. Taking my shorts off was easy. Getting them on, that’s a whole other problem.”
“Is it safe to turn around? And I’m not talking about the ‘D’ word.”
“It’s safe,” I groan, not knowing how this is going to work without poking her eye out with my cock.
She whirls around. My body is on full display, minus a certain area. That doesn’t stop her from taking me in.
“Okay, where are your shorts?” She snaps out of her trance.
“In the bedroom on the bed. I’ll grab them. It might be better for me not to be standing in the bathroom in case I fall.” I walk towards her, the towel only covering the front side of my body.
I hear the low moan Giana lets out as I walk past her. She’s hot on my heels with a view of my bare ass.
“Drake! You could at least semi-cover up, you know?” she admonishes.
“What are you worried about, angel? It’s just some skin. Hell, you’ve already seen me naked. If you want to make it fair, you could get undressed? A little tit for tat.” Red splotches cover her chest and travel up towards her cheeks. For a moment I’m worried she’s pissed off, but her upturned lips let me know it’s the opposite. This girl, she’s full of spunk.
“Just because you have a tight ass and a firm body, that doesn’t mean I need to see it all, you know. Goodness, you could at least ask a girl on a date first before showing off your body.” I sit down on the edge of my bed, the towel still in place, while I reach for my shorts.
“Are you asking me on a date, Giana?”
She rolls her eyes as she falls to her knees between my spread legs, and fuck is it doing something to me. It’s making me think of how she would look with my cock buried down her throat, her hair a mess from my fingers, and watching the entire time as she swallows me.
“No, Drake. I can’t say that I am, but if this is your ploy of getting a date, you should work on your game.” She snags the shorts out of my hand and helps me as she slides them up my legs, when all I really want to do is drop this towel and get her naked. Hell, she’d ride me just so I wouldn’t hurt myself too.
“You want to stand or lie down while we do this?”
“I’ll stand.” My shorts are at my knees, and I know no matter what, this isn’t going to be an easy task, especially while trying to hold a towel.
Her hands pull the shorts up. She’s at perfect level to my cock while she’s up on her knees once again. Fuck, this is not going to be easy. I’ll be dying by the time I either use my fist or get Giana in my bed. Something I’m wanting more with every passing moment.
I hiss as her fingertips blaze a path to my hips while she’s pulling the shorts up. I drop the towel as soon as they are in place. Too bad the mesh gym shorts I’m wearing outline my cock.
“Dear God, he’s a grower and a shower,” I hear her whisper out. Yeah, Giana will be mine one way or the other.
SIX
GIANA
I’m not going to survive this. There’s no way. I may as well resign now, between my runaway mouth and my wayward thoughts. I’ll be pouncing on Drake in no time. I scrambled away from him as soon as I came face to face with his not only lengthy size but also girthy cock. The only good thing that’s coming out of this so far is I’ll have excellent spank bank material later tonight.
“I’ll go get your bandage ready so we can redress it, then we’ll work on a few meals that will be easy to make or eat one handed,” I tell Drake before I dart out of his master bedroom.
I hear him chuckle as I basically sprint towards the kitchen. Drake’s place is so big I’ll be shocked if I don’t get turned around at some point before I make it to the kitchen. My body is so hot, I open the refrigerator in hopes that it will cool me down. That’s when hot stuff himself struts in, his arm still wrapped in the plastic that he showered with. It’s time to pull myself together. I grab a bottle of water for each of us while he sits down on a barstool.