Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Sometimes, I feel the same way. I swallowed the words but still, my heart soared.
Twenty-Three
He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the delicious stretch of his torso. It was knotted with muscles, the thick cords pulling, then relaxing, as he tossed the navy blue shirt aside. He reached over to turn on the shower and glanced over at me. I stayed in place, one hip against the bathroom counter. He dropped his hand from the shower knob and came closer. His presence had a heat, an energy, one that lit my skin on fire before his hands even reached for me. I straightened and he skimmed his palms under my shirt and pulled it over my head.
“You have no idea of just how much I wanted to lay you back on that poker table.” He popped the top button of my shorts and carefully pulled down the zipper, leaning forward and kissing my shoulder, his teeth tugging playfully at my bra strap. He released it and worked the shorts over my hips, crouching down to slide them down my legs.
“One night, I’m taking you downstairs. I’m closing off VIP and I’m going to spread you wide open on the felt. I want to make you scream to the sound of slot machines and watch the footage later when I need to jack off.” He growled the words, and they poured kerosene on my need. I shivered in the bathroom’s cool air, and he quickened his movements, hooking his fingers under the edges of my panties and yanking them down. He turned me around, running his hands up the backs of my legs and over my ass, a groan coming from him as he gently slapped me. I arched my back, pulling the bra loose when he undid the clasp. I turned, reaching for his belt.
“No.” He pushed my hands away and nodded to the shower, the glass already fogging up. “Get in and warm up.”
I dipped my fingers under the hem of his pants and pulled, stealing a peek inside before I spun away from him and stepped into the shower.
God, this shower. Big enough for four people, it had body jets, an overhead rain head, and two handheld massagers. I felt the water hit me from all directions and closed my eyes, stepping under the overhead, my body temperature instantly rising.
I need this shower. This alone was almost worth swallowing my pride and moving in. He opened the door, stepped into the fog, and I remembered the other reason. More access to him. Huge shoulders, the rigid cut of muscles, deep notches of abs, his thick cock hanging, beckoning. I reached for it as he moved closer, wrapped my hand around it and felt it stiffen in response.
“Easy there.” He pushed me away, turning me to the bank of nozzles, and hot spray peppered my stomach as his big hands rubbed in soap, massaging my shoulders and back and sliding between the crack of my ass.
“I went fucking nuts inside when I saw you sit on that boy’s lap.” He nipped at my neck, scraping his teeth against the skin as his touch swept over my hip and moved in between my legs, opening up my thighs, his fingers teasing across my clit, a swirl of delicious pleasure. My mouth dropped open, my head fell back against his and I opened my legs wider, wanting more.
“It made me want to take you while he watched.” He pushed his fingers inside of me, the thick insertion making me moan, my body clenching in response. “I’d make him sit there, his dick limp and useless, and see what you really need.”
“Fat chance,” I gasped, reaching out and bracing a hand against the stone tile, my hips thrusting against the movements of his fingers. “You’d have to fuck me in order to do that.”
He growled, and I suddenly felt the press of a wet finger, hard against the hole of my ass. He kept his other hand working, his fingers dipping in and out of me with slick and fluid precision, each mini-thrust hitting my g-spot and turning my world fuzzy, my orgasm close, the new pressure on my ass turning up the dial in a way my body might not be able to handle.
He pressed harder, and the entry was so thick, it could only be his thumb. My world went black, my ass constricting, and the additional stimulation broke my orgasm free with blinding intensity. Waves of hot pleasure expanded and flexed my body as his fingers moved, working me over. I screamed, my hand clawing at the wall, my body fighting against him, and he held me in place, his grip biting into my flesh, his thumb diving deeper into my ass, the filthy feeling only taking my arousal to a higher place.