Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 86878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
When I give him a questioning look, he growls, “If you keep that up, I’ll come, and that’s definitely not part of the regularly scheduled programming.”
My tongue flicks over his swollen tip. It wouldn’t take much for him to lose it, and there’s a part of me that wants to push him over the edge.
With another growl, he drags me to my feet. Before I can say anything, his mouth crashes onto mine. “You want to fuck with me, baby? Just remember, turnabout is fair play.”
A shiver of excitement dances down my spine as my pulse picks up tempo.
He smirks. “Somehow, I don’t think that’s the punishment I meant it to be. Maybe it would be best if you headed out.” He brushes another kiss against my mouth. “You’re too much of a distraction.”
I force my lower lip out in a pout. “Fine. I’ll be good. Promise.”
He glances at the clock on his nightstand. “I’ve got three minutes to lose the boner.”
Without thinking, I reach out to stroke his cock.
He shakes his head as his hand tightens around my wrist, and he brings my fingers to his lips before pressing a kiss against them. “As much as I love your touch, that’ll only make matters worse.”
After releasing my hand, he swings toward the desk to grab his computer. He clicks a few buttons before dragging the chair next to the bed and positioning it. Then he snags a pair of earbuds and settles on the mattress. The boxers are the last to get stripped away, leaving him completely naked.
My gaze licks over every inch of him. He’s so gorgeous. Staring at him is enough to get me all heated up. I drop down on an armchair in the corner of the room that’s out of view from the camera. He shoves the buds into his ears and reclines against the pillows before closing his eyes. His chest rises and falls with every deep breath he draws into his lungs.
Once his boner has wilted, he rolls toward the camera and hits a button or two before resettling.
I can’t help but watch in fascination as he strokes both hands over his chest. His muscles ripple beneath his fingertips. Arousal gathers in my core like wisps of smoke, and I shift on the cushion, trying to alleviate the growing ache.
He tweaks both nipples until they’re hard points before tugging at them.
It’s like there’s an invisible thread connecting his body to my core.
Who would have thought watching him stroke his chest would be such a turn on?
His hands continue their slow descent to his groin. It’s only when he reaches his destination that I notice his cock has stiffened back up again and is standing at attention.
Another wave of desire crashes over me, and I shift on the chair as my pussy throbs a harsh beat that vibrates throughout my entire body. I’m not sure if I’ve ever felt so turned on in my life. It doesn’t take long before my fingers are twitching with the urge to touch myself.
When he swirls his fingertip around the tiny slit, spreading clear fluid on the blunt head of his dick, I just about come undone. Before I realize it, my fingers grip the hem of my sweater and I’m lifting it up my torso and over my head. His gaze snaps to mine, and heat sparks in his eyes when I unsnap my bra and drop it to the floor.
Unwilling to overthink my actions, I rise to my feet and remove my jeans and panties until I’m just as naked as he is. Only then do I resettle on the chair. I press my spine against the cushion before spreading my legs wide enough for each one to dangle over the armrests so I’m completely exposed.
He turns his head toward me as his fingers tighten around his cock, and he slowly strokes the hard length.
As I watch him pleasure himself, I can’t help but feel the rush of excitement build deep down inside of me. I pinch and tweak my nipples until they stiffen, mimicking the actions of his hands on his own body. Anticipation heightens with each second that ticks by.
The intensity in his gaze is palpable as green fire snaps from his eyes, and he picks up speed. My own hand drifts downward, to the part of me that pulses with a life all its own. That first brush of my fingertips against my sensitive lips is enough to have a groan rising from my chest. I force it back, not allowing it to escape.
He growls as his fingers loosen from around his erection and slide lower before cupping and squeezing each ball.
Holy fuck.
Heat floods my core as my fingers circle my drenched entrance before finally dipping inside.
He releases another garbled sound as I spread the wetness around before circling my clit with lazy strokes and flicking the little piece of jewelry. It’s so tempting to close my eyes and enjoy the sensations that ripple outward to the very tips of my fingers and toes. This is the first time I’ve touched myself and actually felt like I was about to come.