Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
He spread his legs wider and found a steady rhythm with his palm. He imagined Emma wearing that clingy dress from earlier while he pushed her against a wall, shoving that silky fabric up over her ass and fucking her from behind.
Yeah. Just like that.
Little noises coming from between those bitable lips of hers.
He swept away the bead of precum on the head and squeezed his dick tighter. Fuck, she had a tight snatch and he couldn’t wait to feel how hot and wet it got once more. He tilted his head back on the pillow as he envisioned her tits swinging and her nipples puckered every time she had tried to “audition” for him. And again, when she was on stage yesterday. Nipples that were made for his mouth.
He told her he wasn’t going to help her out in exchange for sex. And he wasn’t. But, damn, it was hard to hold himself to that. He wanted to help her because she had gotten the shaft from her husband. Or ex-husband. Whatever the bastard was. And no parent should be stripped from their child’s life without a valid reason.
A curse slipped through his lips. He didn’t need to think of that guy and all that shit while he was jerking on his johnson. Fuck no...
He needed to concentrate on Emma instead. Who may very well be naked in his shower right at that moment. Her skin wet and slick as she sudsed herself up, running her hands over her own tits, down to her little pink pussy, around the back...
He stroked faster, his hips lifting off the mattress with each down stroke of his palm.
Fuck. If she didn’t climb into his bed and onto his dick tonight, he’d need to invest in a vat of lube, because it was going to be difficult to live in the same apartment as her and not get any. And it wasn’t like he could invite any other women up while Emma was staying with him.
Fuck no, he couldn’t. His damn sex life was now on pause. The only person who could press “play” would be Emma herself.
“Um...”
Dawg’s eyes popped open and he released his dick. “Jesus,” he muttered. Caught red-handed.
“I... uh...”
He sat up, adjusting the sheet over his lap. Not that it hid the evidence of his raging hard-on. Not that he really wanted to hide it from her, anyhow. Especially since she was apparently taking advantage of his “open door” offer.
Fuck yeah!
“I was wondering if you had a spare toothbrush? I can’t find mine.”
Fuck noooo!
She wasn’t standing in his doorway wearing some old oversized T-shirt because she was going to climb onto his dick.
Life couldn’t be so fucking cruel.
“Really want me to get up an’ get you one right now?”
Her eyes dropped to his lap. “I... Just tell me where it is.”
“Where spare toothbrushes are kept, baby girl. Check the medicine cabinet.”
“Ah... okay. I’ll...”
“Baby girl...” he said softly.
Her eyes lifted to his. “Yeah?”
“That all you wanted?” Because the flush running up her neck into her cheeks and her nipples beading under the thin, worn cotton were screaming something different at him.
“Yes.”
“Sure?”
“Yes. Just a toothbrush,” she mumbled, her hand clutching her throat. “I... I’m going to go brush my teeth.”
“Door’s gonna be open.” And my fuckin’ dick’s gonna remain hard, damn it.
He barely heard her “okay” as she hurried back to the bathroom. He waited for the door to slam shut but it didn’t. But it did sound like she was fumbling around in there, cursing. Then the water was running again, and he could hear her brushing her teeth.
He lifted his hand and told it, “Fuck. Guess it’s just you an’ me.”
His hand didn’t answer.
He settled back against the pillow and began all over again, rewinding the visions in his head to give him fodder to jerk himself off. He pictured the sexy little mole she had on the outer curve of her left breast that he wanted to lick and suck. He imagined running his tongue down to her belly button and sucking on that, too. Then lower to suck on her...
He groaned.
“Dawson...”
What the fuck! Again?
What the hell did she need now? A razor?
He opened his eyes and glanced in the direction of the doorway, where once again she was standing there in that ugly-ass T-shirt that should be thrown in the trash. It didn’t do her hot little body any justice.
“Fuck, baby girl. Better be in here for one reason an’ one reason only.”
“I...” Her words caught as she walked farther into his room, ripping her T-shirt over her head. Revealing the fact that she only wore lacy pink panties underneath.
Damn.
When she reached the foot of his bed, she stood staring at him, not saying a word. Her lips were parted, her blue eyes hooded, her nipples as hard as fucking pebbles, her chest rising and falling quickly.