Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
I fucked myself with the frustratingly thin neck of the bottle, my vision narrowing with desperate need as I watched his big fist rolling his foreskin back and forth. I thought I could imagine what he would feel like inside me. Probably as hard as the bottle but not cold. Hot, rigid, stretching me impossibly. I used the fingers of one hand to rub my clit in quick circles, moving my hips in time with the tempo set by his hand. My toes curled. My feet cramped. I didn’t realize I’d been vocalizing a series of high, breathy pants until he said, “I hope you’re not about to come.”
The interruption knocked my impending orgasm back. I blinked at him, disbelieving. “Why shouldn’t I?”
“Because I told you not to,” he said, cheerfully teasing me. He rose and came to sit beside me on the couch, reaching over my thigh to retrieve the bottle that was still inside me. He lifted it up and my cheeks burned with uncharacteristic embarrassment at the sight of the milky-white fluid streaking the glass. Somehow, that’s what made it seem like I’d gone too far. Like I’d revealed too much of myself, too fast.
He held my gaze as he swiped his tongue across the glass, his mouth bent in a wicked smile. Then he unscrewed the top of the bottle and handed it to me. “You were thirsty, right?”
I brought the bottle to my lips and drank deeply, grateful for the water and for the moment to think.
I may have gotten in over my head with Matthew Ashe. And I was going to go so much deeper.
CHAPTER FIVE
(Matthew)
As I watched the woman beside me, I couldn’t believe my luck. She was every bit as fearless at sex as she allegedly was at the rest of her life; I would never think stories about her were exaggerated again. Free spirit wasn’t enough to describe her. She was… free. Free with her body and her desires as anyone I’d ever met before. Freer than even me, maybe.
She offered me the water, and I waved it away, so she placed it on the table. Next to the box of the condoms that sat there begging me to put one on and get into her impossibly wet cunt as fast as I could.
But there was no reason to rush. As far as I knew, this would only be happening tonight.
“I have a theory. About why you won’t let me come.” She squeezed her thighs together, perhaps unconsciously.
“I’d love to hear it.” I watched with amusement as she walked her fingertips up my thigh, closer and closer to my straining dick.
“I think you’re making me wait because you know that once you get inside me, you’re not going to last long.” She rose up on her knees on the cushion and took my hand, guiding it between her legs. I humored her and slid two fingers inside her, and she sighed in relief before continuing. “Feel that?” She squeezed down on my fingers, hard. “Think about all of that. All around you.”
Her hand encircled my cock, and she tightened her grip in flutters that mimicked what she was doing to my hand. “You don’t have a prayer. Seven strokes, max.”
I moved fast, knocking her back on the couch and covering her. She whooped with shocked laughter, and I used that opportunity to put those fingers that had occupied her pussy into her mouth. Gazing into her impossibly blue eyes while she sucked her own essence from my fingers was almost enough to make me tap out at zero strokes. My cock lay against her vulva, the wet heat begging me to let go, even if I wasn’t inside her.
I reached between us and positioned my bare cock head against her clit, knowing I was, if not fully breaking my own rule, at least bending it by coating myself in her juices. At the moment, I couldn’t have cared less. I ground myself against her, sliding the full length of my shaft across her clit, then back again.
“Turnabout is fair play,” I whispered against her neck, pausing to nibble at her throat. “Think about all of that. Inside you. Every last inch filling you. Seven strokes, max? I think you’ll come the moment I stretch you open.” And to make my point clearer, I let my cock slip down, the head resting right at the entrance to her pussy.
I lifted my head to meet her eyes. Her pulse was visible in her pupils. We both knew we’d come to a dangerous moment, and that we should step back. Because at that very second, I knew both of us were about to throw all precaution to the wind.
I sat back on my knees. “But no. My staying power is not what’s making me torment you.”