Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
His grip on my waist tightens and I take that as a sign he wants me to go faster. It only takes a few more thrusts before I’m biting my lip to keep from screaming out as he pulsates inside of me again.
I don’t want the night to stop. How many times will he be able to come? By the way my clit is throbbing, I could go a few more rounds.
He grabs me around the waist and flips me onto my back. The sound of his breathing is feral, as if he’s literally a lion about to claim his mate. My whole body trembles with anticipation. I hear him take off the condom and slap another one on. My legs are already spread wide and ready for him. With a primal growl, he pushes inside me, his hips pounding against mine. I find myself lost in every single sensation. It’s pure heaven . . . and it doesn’t seem to be ending anytime soon.
SEVEN
Brent
Standing under the hot spray of the waterfall shower head, I tilt my head back and picture Scotlyn—with her gorgeous brown hair, expressive bright blue eyes, and her long fingers—wrapping around my shaft. Blood rushes to my flaccid dick. I look down and watch it grow a little. My mind instantly goes to Scotlyn, this time on her knees with me in her mouth, and now I’m harder. I’d like to picture myself between her legs, tasting her, sucking on her clit, but I can’t. It’s something I’ve never done and it’s not like I can walk up to her and say “Mind if I stick my head between your legs and eat you out?”
I shake my head, clearing my thoughts from those words. The men I work with are crass and have no manners. It makes me wonder if their mothers know how to talk about women.
Still, my erection grows and my hard-on slaps around my stomach. I glance down at my member. It throbs, needing and wanting attention. I give it, gripping it tightly and squeezing, imagining it wrapped inside a woman. Within seconds, cum spurts out and lands on the shower wall.
“Crap,” I mutter to myself as I reach for the washcloth to clean it up.
“How are you ever going to get a woman if you can’t last longer than five seconds?”
The question is to no one and probably rhetorical. There isn’t a single woman who is going to give a guy like me a chance.
Not unless you pay.
After cleaning the wall, I give up on the shower. It was only intended to release the anxiety and stress I feel about taking Scotlyn to the movies. Back in the day, we would go to the movies with a group of friends. We’d all sit in the back of the theater and by the time the opening credits were on the screen, the friends were paired off and making out.
I wanted to watch the movie. We had paid for it, so why not watch it.
Every so often, Scotlyn would lean over and kiss me, but after a while she’d give up, cuddle my arm, and rest her head on my shoulder. She had no idea I wanted to touch her boobs and slip my hand up her shorts. Everyone one of my guy friends in the row were finger banging their dates, which is probably why we saw a lot of action movies back in the day. They needed the sound to drown out the cries.
I never had enough courage to do anything with Scotlyn. Not then and probably not now, either.
“Loser,” I say to myself after wiping the condensation from the mirror. I lean forward and hiss when my dick touches the cold counter. Of course, it springs to life because something touched it.
“Ugh, fine.”
Leaving the bathroom with a towel in hand, I head to the living room area of my suite, grab my laptop, and open a private browser. I lay half the towel on the chair—you can’t be too careful these days—and sit down.
My screen fills with videos. I click on the first one instead of searching for something I may like, which is part of the problem. I don’t have a kink, but I want one. It would be nice to know what I like so I can enjoy a video or two. The writing is phenomenal, of course.
It takes no time for Willy the Wanker to start singing “I Touch Myself” and begin to throb. He’s hard to ignore, more so since we’ve run into Scotlyn. It’s like he’s reminding me of how many times I failed with her and how I could’ve become a man a long time ago if I wasn’t so chicken shit.
I still ignore him. Something has to teach him patience. He needs to last longer if I’m ever going to get a girlfriend. Nothing says awkward like a preemie creamy.