Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 93312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Her fingers are warm when they dip inside my boxers, and my abs tighten when they wrap around me.
“Oh, fuck.” I reach down to pull my shirt up so I can see everything happening between us. “Take me out.”
One hand tugs my boxers down while the other stays wrapped around me, then she looks up at me, as if waiting for further instruction. It didn’t dawn on me until this very second that she might not have much experience. She lived with us from the time she was fourteen until she turned seventeen, and most of that last year was spent with me. I just assumed that when she went away, she’d find some new guy to give all her firsts to.
“Have you done this before?”
“Of course,” she says with a defensive edge to her tone, like the question embarrasses her, but I don’t care either way.
“Squeeze harder.”
She tightens her grip around me, and I groan, closing my eyes. Slowly, she starts to work my length, moving her fist up and down, and it feels so fucking good. After a few strokes, she releases me, but then I look up to see her bringing her hand to her mouth. Her tongue slips past her lips to lick her palm, and then she’s wrapping it around me again.
Damn, that was hot. I don’t know if it was the move itself or the fact that it’s Shayne. My bet is on the latter, because everything she does turns me on. Her eyes are glued to where she fists me as she starts to move faster, making my hips jerk. My arms are starting to strain from holding myself up, but Shayne has her hand on my dick for the first time, and I’m not doing anything to fuck this up.
I dip my head to nip at the swell of her tits before I bring my lips up to ghost across her nipples. My lip rings bump into her piercing and she moans, so I do it again. I don’t know how tender they are, but she doesn’t stop me, so I continue, dragging my lips over the hardened tip over and over before switching to the other side. Her breathing grows ragged, and the more worked up I get her, the faster her hand moves.
Shayne moans, arching her chest off the mattress, and I pull back, sitting on my heels between her bent knees.
“Rub your clit.”
Hesitant, lust-filled eyes meet mine, and she wets her lips in a nervous gesture, bringing her knees back together. I shove my shirt up, pinning it between my chin and my chest before I wrap my fist around my cock. Shayne’s lips part as she watches me. I use my free hand to grip her knee, slowly opening her legs. She lets her thighs fall apart, and then two fingers snake in between her legs, rubbing her little clit.
She’s perfect down there, too. Completely smooth and bare. And I know firsthand that she tastes as good as she looks.
I start to fuck myself with my fist as I watch her rub tiny circles, watching in fascination as her pussy grows slick. Her left hand kneads her tit, and the sight of her touching herself like this is almost enough to make me come. Just when I think it can’t possibly get any better, her hand darts out to grip my cock, pulling me to her warm, wet pussy. I fall forward, my left fist pressed into the mattress above her shoulder.
“Fuck, Shayne,” I groan, dropping my hand to let her take control.
She presses my tip against her clit, getting herself off while her hand works my shaft. She slides me through her wetness, her hips bucking against me. It’d be so easy to slip inside her right now. I’m about to blow, and I can tell she is, too, so I push two fingers into her without warning at the same time I flick my tongue against her nipple.
Shayne moans loud as fuck as her body tenses up, and then she’s spasming around my fingers over and over. Her hand keeps moving, milking my orgasm from me.
“Goddamn,” I grind out, watching the way my cum coats her clit. Shayne’s body goes limp, her hand loosening as she slowly glides my tip through our combined mess. Not wanting to take any chances, I roll off her, pulling my boxers back into place, and pluck her discarded shirt off the floor. I bring it between her legs to clean her up and she flinches, still sensitive. Her cheeks are pink, and her eyes are glazed over, a satisfied look in them. She blinks slowly, and I realize how tired she must be.
She looks good in my bed. Too good. And this feeling right here is exactly why I didn’t let myself go any further with her before. I knew I wouldn’t want to stop. Neither one of us speaks as the reality of what we just did hits us.