Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Holy hell.
My heart is hammering.
My cock throbs in my hand, veins pressing against my palm.
Have you ever had an orgasm before?
No, she replies. Do you think that’s what it is?
Just keep rubbing and imagine I’m slipping my fingers into your sensitive pussy. You’re so soaked for me, your young body getting ready to take every inch of my cock. Maybe you’re nervous, but you don’t have to be. I’ll ease into your soppy pussy so gently… at first. And then, when I feel how badly you want it, I’ll start fucking you hard, making the mattress whine.
Are you doing it too? she texts.
I stare at her words, but it’s like I see her instead, her curvy features bouncing beneath me, big breasts jiggling as I drill my dick into her.
Yes. I’m jerking myself hard for you.
Can you keep saying things?
I smirk at the way she asks it like she doesn’t want to come outright and say it. It’s like part of her wants to hold back, but we’re both too far gone for that.
I’m so obsessed with you as I fuck you, I go on. I’m staring down at your big beautiful tits as they bounce for me, and I’ve never seen a sexier sight. Our bodies are so hot. You’re so soaked, and there’s so much precome on my cock. I slip deeper and deeper. Soon you feel the pressure building.
Yes. I am.
I’m close too, I text frantically. I’m going to explode thinking about you. Imagining your tight young pussy is squeezing me right at the base because I’m pushed all the way inside of you, deep into your inexperienced sex.
Is that a good thing?
It is because I’ll show you how sexy you can be.
Yes, you’ll show me the way. I’m rubbing really fast now….
Me too. I’m so close. My body feels like it’s on fire.
Mine too.
I close my eyes and picture my woman in bed, the crotch of her PJ bottoms shifting around as her hand moves inside of them, her eyelids fluttering as she sinks into the fantasy and gets closer and closer to orgasm.
A groan escapes me as all the pressure surges to the end of my cock, my seed expanding in my shaft.
A thought touches me just before it explodes.
No. It’s a waste.
It belongs in her.
But then it’s too late.
The image of my woman rubbing herself, my curvy young princess.
Mine.
She belongs to me.
Only me.
“Argh,” I grunt, trying to stay quiet as my come erupts out of my helm and shoots out in a hot stream.
Oh my God. Her words appear on my screen, blurry, as my come thunders out of me. That was it – the first orgasm of my life. I feel lightheaded.
Once I finish, I look down at my wilting cock, at the come spattering my shirt.
A waste.
But it was worth it to make her finish.
Me too, I reply. I wish we’d been together for real, though… we have to meet.
Meet? No. I don’t think I can do that. Not yet.
Why not?
Before she can reply, somebody calls me.
The manager of my apartment building.
I’m tempted not to answer, but he never calls.
I think of Speeder.
“Yeah?” I say, swiping an answer.
“Thought you should know, a guy is trying to get into your apartment. Says he’s a friend of yours, and you arranged it.”
“He’s there now?” I ask.
“Yeah.”
“What’s his name?”
“Emiliano Madrigal,” my building manager says. “Shall I let him up?”
I leap to my feet, grab some toilet paper, and clean myself up.
“No, don’t let him up.”
Emiliano. Emil.
The man who tried to make me throw fights.
The man who wanted me dead.
He is back.
“I’ll be right there.”
CHAPTER 6
Mia
He asks me why we can’t meet, but it’s difficult to explain.
Outlining all the stuff about Dad, the fear instilled in me….
Worse, knowing it was all a delusion, knowing I should be able to break those chains as easily as telling myself I don’t believe in them, and yet they’re still there, tightening around me.
I sit up, my phone in my hands, panting as the aftershock of the orgasm rushes around me.
It felt like nothing I’d ever experienced, the warmth surging inside me with the flow of possession.
Right at the end, it was like the fantasy became a reality, as though Killian was here with me.
Like it was his hand pressed against my sex, like it was his body pressed against mine and not just the phantom version.
We could meet. He wants to.
And yet just the thought makes my head swim as if it’s going to send signals to my body, shutting me down.
I’m not sure how to explain, I reply. It goes back to what I said before. I’d have to talk about stuff involving my Dad. More than anything, you’d probably get bored.
I leave the end there as bait of sorts, knowing it’s probably sneaky of me. But I want Killian to tell me he could never get bored with me.