Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 106541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 426(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 426(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
When he tightens his grip, I lower my eyes to the tiles. I shouldn’t be watching, and he’s obviously angry about something since he’s taking his frustration out on his cock, but for the life of me, I can’t command my feet to walk me back to the shower.
I saw Master Rudd being given head multiple times, but it never provoked such a stimulating response from me. My pussy is tingling, my breasts feel heavy, and the dampness between my legs has nothing to do with the water still pumping out of the showerhead.
I snap my eyes back to Ghost so fast I grow woozy when a long, grunted moan escapes his lips. “Fuck.”
He rocks his hips faster, the glistening droplet at the end now dribbled down and around his hand.
I press my thighs together when he adjusts the span of his feet. His cock is impressive front-on, but it has nothing on the visual when you see its entire length. It is long, almost double the length of the man in the cube and fed by multiple throbbing veins weaved around the velvety smooth skin.
When his eyes pop open again, and he once again locks them to our bed, I’d give anything for an extendable neck.
Who is he looking at? And why did he bring them here instead of taking them to the cubes were Annika said most of these forays take place?
As his teeth graze his lower lip, Ghost tightens his grip on his cock. He looks close to the edge, but instead of his face morphing into a scary, demon-like state, the groove between his brows slackens, and his eyes flutter shut.
He strokes his cock at a frantic pace, his control remarkable considering how close to the edge I am by doing something as simple as watching.
I’ve never climaxed before. I kissed a boy I’d only just met as a dare. It didn’t involve any tongue, and his mouth tasted like garbage, but I am reasonably sure that is the sensation growing in intensity in my stomach. It is tingling and enjoyable and making me feel incredibly hot.
My body temperature climbs when a handful of grunts emit from Ghost’s sternly shut mouth. He seems to be trying to keep quiet, which makes me wonder why he decided to bring his date here. He would have had to hear the shower running. It’s noisy, and the pipes rattle, hence my shower routine switching from morning to the middle of the day.
The tightness in the lower half of my belly augments when Ghost’s thrusts become uncontrollable. He pumps his cock in and out of his hand before his free hand reaches for something on the bed. My stomach curdles at the thought of him groping a woman’s breast, but before its churns can overtake the frantic tingles making my skin slick with sweat, he tugs up a pair of modest panties.
My modest panties.
After taking the quickest whiff of the mess his watch left behind, he lowers them to the head of his cock, and adds to the naughtiness by blowing his load over the small stains of my stupidity.
His rocks slow as the creamy cotton material absorbs the thick streams of cum pumping out of his cock until he eventually stills then pops open his eyes.
I bounce back from the door with barely a second to spare.
His head slanted, and I almost got busted.
With my legs wobbly, I scuttle back into the shower and pull the curtain to conceal my aroused expression.
Not even thirty seconds later, the faintest creak trickles into the bathroom. Ghost doesn’t fully enter. He merely dumps my soiled panties on top of my sweatpants before requesting me to hurry up.
He waits like he’s waiting for confirmation. When he gets it in the form of a murmured hum, his shadow remains in the doorway until I switch off the shower faucet and open a shower curtain far enough to see a new nightie hanging on the doorknob. It won’t hang to my ankles like the ones I’ve owned over the past eight years. Its lacy edge will brush my knees, and the top half has a built-in bra. It is still white, but the material is thick enough to hide the pink shades of my nipples.
After putting on the delicate number, I stray my eyes to my soiled underwear before exiting the bathroom with only the slightest thud of my pulse. This is ridiculous to admit, but I feel kind of regal like I’m a princess of a dark realm.
Since Ghost is sitting on our bed, the cabin light above it shadows the scarred side of his face. He watches my approach for three strides before his eyes eventually drop to the scarcely covered area of my body—the object still thudding from his earlier stare.
“I… um… I don’t have any clean underwear.” I’m reasonably sure he knows I don’t, but I’d rather let him know than be punished for walking the halls without panties tomorrow.