Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
How was he thinking about food?
Shouldn't he have been thinking about fucking me, not about his empty stomach?
"I just... you..."
"Don't worry, babe," he said, "I got all kinds of plans for your pussy," he told me, reaching down to grab my ankle, yanking it up and pinning it over my other leg, making my lower half cross over, giving him access as his hand raised and landed a slap to my ass. "And maybe your ass," he added, rubbing the sting away. "But I'm going to make you beg for it first."
"I don't beg," I told him, shaking my head.
"Careful, Harmon. That sounds a fuckuva lot like a challenge to me," he said, hands leaving me as he backed up, turned, and made his way to the door. "Now, come back down here so we can talk about dinner," he added, shooting me a victorious smile over his shoulder before leaving me alone with my swirling thoughts and orgasm-contented body.
I hadn't been lying to him.
I'd never begged a man for attention before. And, believe me, there were times when I was close, when men like him with the looks and the charm didn't also come with the interest I so desperately craved from them. But what little bit of pride I'd had always prevented me from becoming weak and needy enough to beg them for what I wanted.
That said, if there was a man who had the potential to make me swallow my pride, I had a feeling it was Huck. Especially if we continued to be trapped together in the same house, where avoiding him would be impossible.
The man worked out in the backyard with no shirt on for goodness sakes.
I could be standing at the sink washing out my coffee mug only to look up and see him doing calisthenics that shouldn't have been as sexy as they were. But there he was, nearly six and a half feet of finely tuned muscles, the kind that suggested he could hold my body weight which could open up a whole new world of sexual positions to me.
But I wasn't going to beg.
Not for something as stupid as sex.
I mean, if I really needed it, I could find someone to sleep with.
It wasn't like there was potential for anything remotely more than a good couple nights of fun with Huck.
And I wasn't sure that I was in the mood for more bad decisions with regard to men. There was already so much going on.
Besides, if I was stuck here in the house with these guys for any length of time, complicating things with sex was just a recipe for disaster.
On a grumble, I sat up, reaching down to snag my pants and panties, pulling them back on, then moving over toward my computer.
Normally, I liked to being halfway put together when I was on camera. It was a frustrating part of the business, but when I showed up with my hair done, with my eyes lined, with red lipstick on my face, I got more views, got more engagement.
That said, I just needed a distraction for a bit. And if I was going to play, it just made sense to stream it, make some money off of it via a gift feature that could be integrated into it.
"I know this looks a little different," I said to the camera as I picked up where I'd left off last time. "Life has been a little crazy lately," I told my audience. "And, long story short, I need to stay here for a little while. I know the background isn't quite as cool as my sound panels, but we will have to make do. Also, with the lack of the sound equipment, you might hear more background noise than usual, but we will just all try to ignore that. Now, where were we?" I asked, genuinely waiting for someone else to answer. So much had been going on, it was easy to forget about things that, ordinarily, took up a good amount of my headspace. "Oh, right. I need to go on a quest to find the kidnapped prince," I said, shaking my head.
KitKatTalksBack: You look flushed.
"Yeah, I know. It's a million degrees today. And I was just, ah, working out a bit. Anyone else here today?" I asked, glancing over at the chat box.
Patrick: You look tired.
"Nope. Not at all. I just don't have makeup on," I explained, annoyed that I had to.
Patrick: Why are you in a new spot?
"Oh, just some life changes. You know, personal stuff," I said, trying to brush him off, hoping for some others to join the live stream, so I didn't have to keep talking to him.
KitKatTalksBack: Yeah, man. Mind your business.
There was my girl. We had to stick together in this male-dominated world.
PizzaSlut20: Is that a dog barking? Did you get a dog?