Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 125140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Oh dear God. I start to feel arousal pump through my flesh as a burst of cream breaks the dam.
With his eyes fixed on mine, he grabs his cock and pumps it hard through his shorts.
I’ve died and gone to bad boy Heaven.
“What do you want to see?” he asks.
“I want to see how you make yourself come when you’re alone,” I whisper.
Without any expression, he slides his briefs down his legs revealing his huge, hard cock. It’s thick and long and I can see every vein in its engorged head. His pubic hair is short and well kept and I have to physically hold my legs together.
I’ve never seen a man like this—seen a man act like this.
He turns and takes a bottle of oil from his top drawer and then sits next to me on the bed on top of the towel in the semi-darkness.
“You want to see how I make myself come?”
My eyes drop to his cock and I nod, unable to speak through my arousal.
I feel like I am having an out of body experience. This stuff doesn’t happen to me. Men like this don’t happen to me. Am I dreaming?
He lies back and slowly opens the bottle of oil and begins to pour it over his cock and stomach.
My chest constricts and I feel like I can’t breathe. I lean up onto my elbow as I lie next to him, my eyes drinking in the visual sensation. He spreads his legs, and taking his cock firmly in his hand, slowly stokes it.
My mouth drops open.
He strokes again and the muscles in his stomach clench on the upstroke.
“What do you think about when you do this?” I whisper.
His hand slides up and down as he watches me. “Pussy. Wet, swollen pussy.”
My body quivers at his answer. Fuck. If this isn’t the best porn I have ever watched…
His strokes get harder and harder, and the bed begins to rock and I can feel myself thumping with arousal as I watch the pre-ejaculate bead on the end of his head. The sound of the oil slicking in his hand fills the room and he leans back and closes his eyes in pleasure as his hand jerks harder. Every muscle in his torso is pumping.
The sight of him there is too much. Oh God. He pumps harder and his hips begin to lift to meet his hand to the sound of his skin slapping.
“You need to fuck me,” I breathe. “I need you to fuck me now.”
8
He smiles darkly and bites his bottom lip as his eyes close again. The bed continues to rock. “I’m not joking,” I snap.
He rises from his lying position and kneels next me. “Touch me,” he whispers, his eyes fixed firmly on mine. “Touch me for real this time.”
Oh God.
I lean up and take him in my hand. I stroke him hard and he hisses in approval. Unable to help it, I dip my head and lick his tip and I taste the salty flavour of his discharge. My insides begin to quiver. He tastes so good. I take him deep in my mouth, and it’s not easy because he is so freaking big.
“That’s it,” he whispers approvingly as he places his hand tenderly on the back of my head. I suck hard and he groans deeply. “Good girl,” he breathes, making my eyes close in pleasure.
I take him again and again and he loses control, grabbing my head between his two hands as he really starts to ride my mouth. He’s panting, moaning in pleasure, and it only amps me up more. Each time he lurches forward, I can see every muscle in his torso flex in the semi-lit room. This is out of this world.
“I need to touch you,” he whispers as he jerks himself out of my mouth and stands me up in one quick movement. He turns me away from him and slowly unzips my dress.
“Do you have a hair tie?” he asks as his lips gently dust the back of my neck.
I nod as goosebumps scatter up my spine. “In the bathroom.”
He disappears and returns with my hair tie and stands in front of me as he softly pulls my hair up on top of my head and ties it up in a messy bun. Then he leans in, and with one hand on my jaw he kisses me long and slowly, his tongue dancing with mine as if asking for approval.
“That’s better, baby, now I can see you,” he whispers.
I frown. For some reason this seems crazy intimate. It’s not, I know it’s not. He’s not the intimate kind of man. But, Hell, it just does.
“Kiss me,” he whispers.
We kiss in the dimly lit room as we stand at the end of the bed. He is fully naked and I am fully dressed, and to be honest, if he just kissed me like this I would orgasm and be happy forever.