The Man Upstairs Read Online Jade West

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, Forbidden, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 143633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 718(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 479(@300wpm)
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Only one way to find out.

“Can I read it?” I asked, and he gestured over to the dining chair.

“It’s ready and waiting. Sit yourself down. I hope you enjoy it.”

“Actually, I’m crapping myself,” I said. “I can’t believe this is going to be about me.”

He laughed at that, and pulled the chair out for me.

“You’re not the only one crapping yourself. I’m not feeling overly optimistic about my achievements.”

I took my seat, looking back at him as I plonked my butt down.

“How come? Your words are always amazing.”

He bent over to press his mouth to my ear. His breath was a whisper that gave me tingles right the way down to my clit.

“Because no filthy words could ever do you justice, my pure little angel, and this gets graphic. Extremely graphic.” He licked up my cheek, his filthy self coming to the fore, and my clit throbbed so hard I had to clench my thighs.

“Welcome to my imagination, sweetheart,” he said. “I hope you’re ready for it.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Julian

My cock was swelling the moment my angel pushed her glasses up her nose and started reading my words onscreen. My mind had run riot, fingers taking on a life of their own, and there had been nothing I could do to tone it down. The fruits of my efforts were so graphic they were virtually toxic.

I’d forgotten what it felt like to be utterly consumed by creativity, my senses swept up in the tornado of my subconscious as my characters took on their own form. The intensity of the writing experience had increased tenfold from any of my earlier efforts. My muse had possessed my soul. I could never do Rosie’s beauty of character justice, but I’d tried my hardest.

The erotic content in front of her wasn’t the only thing I’d been writing today, but I wasn’t ready to share that. For now, it was all about the perfection of defiling her sweetness on the pages.

I took a seat beside her at the table, focused on her expressions as she read. Her eyes were transfixed by the screen, breaths turning shallow as she scrolled. She was immersed in my words, just as I was immersed in her.

I knew which part she was reading as she stiffened in the chair. Her mouth opened, and she flashed me a glance.

“Too much?” I asked.

“No, just… different.”

It was just the tip of one extremely filthy iceberg. One chapter of many already brewing in my mind.

I’d laid myself absolutely bare for her in this scene, exposing my true, deviant nature. Her acceptance would be nothing short of a stunning miracle. To act out the scene for real would be like heaven on a seedy platter, but I had faith in miracles for once in my life. Rosie’s cheeks were bright pink as she kept on scrolling, but she didn’t pause or hold back. She soaked my words in without hesitation.

I wondered how wet her pussy was for me. The thought of her picturing my fantasies made my dick throb, and I had to bite my tongue to hold back from asking if she wanted to touch herself. I noticed how she began to shift in her seat, squirming. Her legs opened, just a touch, and she rocked a little. Grinding.

“You really want to do this to me?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Have you done it before?”

“Once, a long time ago. It would be a very different experience with you, though.”

Her eyes were magical.

“Why would it be different?”

“Because you’re an innocent little angel, and your cunt is considerably tighter.”

Those magical eyes sparkled at my words.

“Would it hurt?”

“Maybe. That depends on how wet you were. How desperate you were to take it.”

She smirked as she looked back at the screen, her Lilith side embracing her.

“I’d be very wet.”

“And would you be desperate to take it?”

She paused, like a devil, her nerves peeping through her smile as I watched, hawk-eyed. Then she nodded, with a dirty smile.

“Yeah. I’d be desperate to take it.”

I palmed by hard cock through my trousers. I knew which part she was reading, adoring how she circled her hips again.

“You really want to see me like this?” she asked, descending further into the filth.

“It would drive me beyond crazy to see you like that. To see inside you like that.”

She looked disappointed when the scene onscreen came to an end. She click, click, clicked for more, but there was none to be read. The rest of my work was hidden in a separate document.

“Well, that was hot,” she told me, then fake fanned herself, in an attempt to make light of it, but there was no making light of it. I wanted her too much. I grabbed hold of her chair leg and pulled her closer. Her breath hitched as I put my face in hers.

“Are you going to be that needy little slut while I film you? Do you want to be a good girl and take what you’re given?”



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