Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 65939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
But a deal is a deal, so I continue, though not touching myself is a form of torture that goes against the Geneva Convention.
Kendall moans in pleasure.
Fuck me. “Seriously? Are you really enjoying yourself that much, or are you just messing with me?”
“You’re that good,” she says languidly. “And it’s official: your backup career shouldn’t be as a chef. You’re a born masseuse.”
I move on to her lower back, and her moans intensify—and so does my sexual torment. Things only get worse when I massage her glutes, for obvious reasons, and they don’t improve when I move down to her long legs.
“Can you do my feet?” she murmurs when I get to her calves.
Fuuuck. Am I developing a foot fetish? Holding her perfect feet has a more engorging effect on me than her ass did—though I guess it’s all cumulative.
“Okay,” she says finally. “I’m ready to turn over.”
She flips over, and I can’t help but notice that her nipples are pebbled, which can’t be because she’s cold.
“Continue,” she commands.
With a barely suppressed groan, I do, but I make my touches more sensual than therapeutic, working on her neck and ears first, then her scalp and inner wrists.
Her moans turn more carnal, and her nipples morph into tiny rocks, proving I’m on the right track.
“I’m going to work on your lower abdominals,” I say hoarsely and slide my hands down her body, past her deliciously round breasts and her delectable navel, stopping just short of her pubic bone.
“Ashton,” she says after I massage the area for about a minute. Her eyes are heavy-lidded. “Can I have a happy ending?”
My cock hardens even more, and it’s all I can do not to growl as I say, “Of course.”
“On second thought, I think I might be too sore for that.” She gestures at said appendage.
Which is now a sad appendage.
“How about I give your clit a little massage?” I suggest gruffly. “With my tongue.”
Her pupils dilate, but she looks uncertain.
“Let me try it,” I whisper. “And if you’re too sore, just let me know.”
She nods minutely.
I slowly retrace the path my hands just took with my tongue, until I reach her pink little pussy and give her clit a featherlight kiss.
“Wow,” she breathes.
“I’m just getting started.” I make a teasing circle around her clit.
She arches her back.
I smirk and give the swollen nub a tiny lick.
Kendall moans, so my next lick is firmer, as is the one after that.
“Oh, my,” she gasps as I flatten my tongue against my target. “I’m going to come.”
“Yes,” I rasp right into her clit. “Come for me, now.”
And boy, does she. Arching off the bed, she orgasms with a wild, almost desperate cry.
I embrace her as she recovers.
“Sorry about that screech at the end,” she says, hiding her face against my shoulder.
Though my balls are desperately blue, I can’t help but grin. “I took it as a compliment.”
She snorts. “I bet I sounded like a horny limpkin bird.”
Hearing the word “horny,” my swollen cock decides to join the conversation by twitching, and as a result, poking Kendall in her thigh.
She looks between our bodies. “You know, despite how terrible you are at rock, paper, scissors, you’ve earned yourself a reward.”
“Oh?”
“Get on your stomach,” she says. “I’ll give you that no-hands massage… to start.”
I do as she says, though I wish there were a hole in this bed big enough to stick my dick into, as it’s so hard I’m uncomfortable.
“How’s this?” She glides her breasts down my back.
“Fucking amazing,” I grunt back.
“And this?” She drags her tongue down my spine before gliding her whole body down the same path.
“I have no words,” I mutter, and I really don’t. There’s too little blood going to my brain.
“Let’s try this.” She stands on the bed, and I feel her feet taking turns massaging my shoulders and then my glutes.
“Fuck. That feels amazing. Better than any massage I’ve ever gotten.” Hotter too. “Just be careful not to fall.”
She scoffs and massages my lower back with her feet until I think I might just burst.
Then she sits back on the bed. “Ready to turn around?”
I rotate with a speed that would put to shame a blade in the turbine of a fighter jet.
She sits at the end of the bed, cups her breasts seductively, and reaches her feet toward my aching cock—leaving her pussy splayed open for my hungry gaze.
“Are you ready for your happy ending?” she asks, her voice the very definition of sultry.
I grunt something unintelligible before her feet encircle my aching erection, then slide up and down.
A groan of pleasure escapes my lips.
“Kendall,” I growl. “I don’t think I can last long.”
“Good.” She glides her feet up and down again, and I come all over her pretty toes.
Chapter 25
Kendall
If getting stranded with Ashton seemed like a date in the beginning, it’s now starting to feel like a honeymoon, especially as I lie in his embrace, enjoying another post-orgasmic haze.