Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
“What do you mean?”
“For the longest time, I had my brother and the Huxleys. It was the four of us. Roman, Devereaux, and his sister, Greer. Now Dev has Chloe, and don’t get me wrong, I love Chloe. She’s awesome. Tough. Dependable. She’s perfect for my best friend. And Roman has Greer. I feel like the fifth wheel. I’m happy for them, but I feel lonely.” I’ve never admitted that to anyone, and it makes me feel vulnerable as I voice it to Posey.
“I understand that. However, I’m sure they want you to be happy. They want you to find somebody.”
I scrub a hand over my hair. “Want to hear something funny?” I can’t believe I’m about to say this to her but fuck it.
“Sure.”
“Almost every night at work, I have couples ask me to join in on their fun. Men ask me to sleep with their wives, and all I can think about is how badly I wish Bane would offer you up to me.”
Posey makes a tiny gasp. “Ledger,” she says, her voice thick with what sounds like desire.
“I’m sorry. I can’t stop thinking about you, Posey.” My heart hammers away in my chest, and I worry I’ve made a wrong move. But I can’t help it.
“I should go,” she says, and then she hangs up.
And I feel like the biggest asshole for pushing too far.
I toss my phone onto the coffee table, silently cursing myself for saying that. I shouldn’t have. I close my eyes, thinking about her.
She floods my mind constantly. She’s always there. Thoughts of her drift through my mind daily. What is she doing? Is she happy? Is she thinking about me?
My body pulses with need.
What would I do if given the chance to be with her? To touch her? To be so fucking deep inside her?
My body hardens as visions of Posey standing before me, her hand about to touch my chest, invade my mind. Tonight was the most erotic experience of my life, and nothing happened. When she almost touched me, I had to grab her wrist to stop her because I can’t allow her to go there.
I can’t allow myself to go there in real life. But here in my fantasies I can touch her all I want. I can be as rough, or as gentle as I want with her.
Fuck, I can’t stop my mind from playing out these scenarios with her. My cock hardens, and I run my hand over it through my sweatpants. And then I push my pants down, fisting my dick in my hand, stroking my thumb over the bead of precum at the tip.
I’d kiss the ever-loving fuck out of her. It’s something I can’t stop wanting to do whenever she’s near. I get lost in the thought of her. The smell of her. The wondering of what she tastes like.
I stroke my cock up and down, letting the images of Posey crash over me. Me kissing her soft lips with her bright red lipstick. Letting her ruin me with that shade. Seeing the remnants of the lipstick on my chest, across my dark tattoos, along my dick. Would she suck my balls into her mouth?
Would I have to teach her?
I know she’s a virgin, but just how inexperienced is she?
I think about her on her knees, taking my dick in between her lips. Me feeding it to her. Me shoving it deep down her throat.
Would she gag?
Would I want her to?
My heart beats faster as I think about Posey choking on me, her baby blues gazing up at me. Tears springing to her eyes as she tries to take all of me into her mouth. Her eyes on me.
“Posey,” I moan out into the stillness of my condo, feeling this emptiness clawing up my neck. “Take my cock,” I say to nobody, but wishing she were here.
I keep tugging, stroking my dick as I think about Posey swallowing me whole. Her pink tongue licking the tip, swirling around to get every drop of precum.
My body builds, my veins pulsing with heat. I’m close, and I wonder what she’d sound like getting off because of me.
Does she want me like this? Does she know how crazy she’s making me?
I stroke harder, faster, my hand pumping furiously as I reach my climax. I jerk my dick, my eyes squeezing shut as I think about Posey on her knees for me. Fuck.
An orgasm rips right through me, weakening my defenses, making me want to test the waters. I want to call her and ask her if she’d suck my cock for me. Be a good girl, a naughty girl. Fuck, would she be dirty? I need to find out, but as my body calms, my mind reverts to the good guy that I am.
I can’t push this with her.