Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 125121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
“I wanted someone to run up and join you, so I’d know you weren’t alone.”
The day he spoke of came to me sharp and clear. There was only one day that summer that I left the beach house. I secluded myself and went out to watch the waves.
“But no one came,” he said. “I saw a woman with a small stand selling—”
“Roses,” I whispered. “You bought me a rose and dropped it at my feet. Then you took off too fast for me to say anything. Wilder, I can’t believe that was you. Why didn’t you say anything before?”
“Wasn’t sure if it was a good or bad memory.”
“It’s a good one now.” I kissed him slow and sweet. “It’s my favorite.”
His hands were warm on my hips, tugging my panties down. He grinned at the numbers scribbled above my entrance. “One, two, three, four. Nice.”
“Open your present.”
Wilder looked me up and down with such a naked, hungry look in his eyes, my knees clenched together. “Which one?”
Giggling, I placed his present on my stomach. “Please. You’ll like it.”
It was a tiny black box tied with a purple ribbon. Wilder opened and tipped it over, letting the flash drive drop onto his palm.
“That video I promised you...” A smirk stretched my lips. “I already recorded it.”
His eyes popped. I knew right then that he thought I was teasing him. He never expected to be holding that in his hands. “What’s on this?”
“You know,” I said. “It’s me... in my room.”
Wilder brushed the sensitive skin under my belly button. “Doing what?”
My cheeks heated. “You know what.”
“Tell me.”
The command in his voice—both subtle and unyielding—loosened my tongue. “I take off my clothes and get on my bed. Then, I play with myself—”
“Where do you start?”
“Wilder,” I cried, covering my face. “Don’t make me say. You’ll see it when you watch it later.”
“Yeah, I’ll see it later, but right now.” Wilder drew back, stretching out across the blanket. “I want to see you.”
My goodness. What was happening? “You want me to... masturbate for you?”
By way of answering, Wilder unzipped his pants, freeing his straining cock. Ah, so that is what’s happening.
“What did you do first, baby?”
“I...” My skin tingled under a thousand sparks lighting up my nerve endings. “I teased my nipples. Tasting them for you.”
“Tease them for me again.”
I settled in the glow of the candles, hoping against hope that they weren’t lighting up my red face. I teased myself to tempt Adonis, but that was different. Adonis was playing hard to get, and Wilder’s playing hard to get me. The pillows cradled my body, warming me though my pebbled nipples said I was anything but.
I rolled my fingers over the sensitive flesh, sensing my core ignite faster than usual. Doing this for Wilder was a lot different than a camera.
“Oh,” I breathed, head falling forward. I sucked my nipple in my mouth and released it with a “pop.”
Wilder grunted sharply—jerking hard on his cock. He watched me taste, tease, pinch, and lick them, his strokes near strangling by the time my hands moved lower.
“Did you scream my name?”
“Over and over again. Wilder.” I plunged my fingers deep, imagining it was him like I did that morning. “Uh, Wilder. Yes, baby, stretch my pussy.”
I scissored my fingers open inside my dark cavern. Wilder’s sharp hiss of breath spurred me on. “I love what you do to me. Make me come.”
“Don’t come,” he growled. Wilder roughly stripped off the rest of his clothes. “Not until I say.”
My goodness, I was with the worst bunch of dominating fuckable pricks, and I loved it too much.
“Yes, Wilder.”
“Show me how you strum yourself.”
I was very much into this now. I stopped my teasing, dipped in another finger, and started moving hard and fast—moans echoing off the tower.
“Ah, ah, Wilder, yes.”
“Give yourself more.”
I obeyed without question, adding a third finger. Wilder was stroking his dick so hard, the tension was a living thing inside his body.
“Did you use a dildo?”
I nodded, peering at him through my lashes. “Biggest one I got. But I don’t carry it around with me.”
“Why would you need to?” Wilder caught his leaking precum and swirled it around his uncut tip. “You’ve got the real thing right here.”
I arched my back, enjoying the delicious grunts and sounds coming from him as he watched me. This was not how I saw our first date going, but that's what happens when you fall for a Rogue.
You end up on your knees, slapping your clit on the deck of an observation tower. No way around it. It’s inevitable.
“Show me what you do with those plastic cocks that you should be doing with me.”
My body spasmed involuntarily, rocked by a concussive wave that clenched me around my fingers. Using this man as my personal dildo was literally my sex dream.