Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Realizing her biker friend isn’t about to turn around and give her what she wants, Kyah gives up and turns to face the building, muttering to herself as she makes her way toward the door. She’s hidden beneath the small shelter that covers the main entrance of her building, but I can picture her so clearly fumbling over the small buttons on the keypad as she hashes in the code—3821.
She disappears completely, and I can only assume she found the right numbers. Realizing she’s on her way up to me, I shuffle across her small room and slip inside her closet, leaving the door cracked just an inch to give me the perfect view of her.
I wait only a minute before hearing her key in the lock. Her apartment is dead quiet and every slight noise she makes sounds like it’s made with a megaphone. She slams her door behind her and takes a moment to bolt all the locks, and judging by the sounds coming out of her, she’s wasted.
Kyah sings to herself, sounding like a drowned rat, and I find it oddly soothing, like something I’d happily wake up to each morning.
She shuffles through her apartment, scuffing her feet as she goes, her bag and keys crashing against a hard surface. The singing stops as she bolts for the bathroom while muttering about Viper being a little bitch with a useless cock.
Frustrated grunts come from the bathroom, and before I know it, she’s half naked, striding into her bedroom with nothing but her phone in her hand. My gaze immediately lingers on her body, and I’m thankful when she bypasses the light, striding through her room in the dark.
It’s an overcast night, clouds filling the Brooklyn sky, leaving only a dull glow of moonlight to pour through her bedroom window. I see enough though, barely a silhouette, but it’s more than what I need for tonight.
Kyah scrambles into bed, tossing and turning for a moment, and over all the nights I’ve watched her, she’s never seemed so frustrated. Something’s bothering her, and I can’t fucking stand that I don’t know what it is. Surely this can’t just be because that asshole refused to fuck her. No, this has got to be something more.
The tossing continues and then finally, a frustrated groan tears from deep in her throat and she scrambles for her phone. Swiping her thumb across the screen, it lights up her face, and my dick hardens when I’m able to see the hard peaks of her nipples through her thin tank.
Reaching down, I fist my cock, giving a hard squeeze. I’m already so worked up, but I don’t dare take my eyes off her as she types out a text, and then, biting her bottom lip, she hesitates. A moment passes, and my hands itch to pull out my burner phone to see what she’s written, but before I get a chance to even consider it, a fucking gorgeous smile tears across her face and she hits send.
Kyah laughs to herself, placing her phone back on her bedside table, and then in a moment of pure heaven, she reaches over the side of her bed and drags open her side drawer. She fumbles around inside and then pulls out a fucking huge silicone dildo.
My cock flinches in my hand, too fucking excited for its own good, and I watch, already panting as Kyah tears her flimsy tank over her head, her fingers rolling over her pert nipples. She scrambles onto her knees, her blonde, messy hair creating a halo around her head with the dull moonlight streaming through the window.
She groans, and I’m completely captivated with pre-cum already beading at the top of my cock. I’ve never felt a rush like this in my life. I need her to hurry up, to show me exactly how she likes to fuck herself, to hear what she sounds like as she comes. But on the other hand, I want her to take her time, for this to last all night. Judging by the frustration in her groans, this is going to be a quick one tonight, and if it is, I’m going to be ready, right there, coming along with her.
Kyah frees herself of her panties, and despite her not even having started, I find myself inhaling deeper, desperate to smell her scent in the air. My grip tightens around the base of my cock, and as she pushes up higher on her knees, completely naked, I watch as she continues to caress her nipple, softly groaning and tilting her head back.
Her other hand trails down her body, and she jolts as her fingers skim over her clit, moaning with pure satisfaction. She does it again, starting to rub tiny circles over her needy clit, and I can tell that she’s trying to take her time, wanting this to last, but she’s too worked up and her fingers quickly dive a little deeper, pushing up inside her cunt.