Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 56462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
He arches a brow. “The bright red mold of my dick?” I grin, and he continues. “Now, why would such an innocent thing like yourself need one of those?”
“Don’t tell me you didn’t do it.”
Nick laughs and takes my waist, lifting me off him before getting to his feet and making his way over to the living room window where a massive, bright red dildo rests on the window frame. I don’t know how the hell I missed it, but fuck, there it is, and it’s absolutely beautiful.
“You don’t want to know the kind of hell I went through to get this,” he tells me, taking it off the window frame and making his way back to me. “Making a mold of your cock is a shitload harder than it ought to be, especially when you have your mother knocking on the door and wondering why you’re not answering.”
A laugh bursts from my chest. “Tell me you’re lying?”
“I really wish I could, but don’t worry. The thought of watching you use it got me through it.”
“Oh yeah?” I ask, trying not to imagine the way he would have had to stick his cock into a tube filled with molding clay. “And just how often have you pictured me using it?”
“Only every single moment of every single day since you first mentioned it in May.”
He sits down on the couch beside me, and my self-control flies out the window as I snatch the bright red dildo out of his hands. “Wow,” I say, looking over it as closely as possible. “It’s exactly the same, and you even got the veins in there.”
“I wouldn’t want to disappoint you, now would I?”
“Oh no. Believe me, disappointing me would usually result in you being edged in the same way you just did to me, only you wouldn’t get the happy ending like I did.”
“Damn. That’s brutal.”
“Uh-huh,” I agree. “But you have been more than pleasing so far, so I assume maybe you might get what you’ve been wanting after all.”
His brow arches again. “Oh yeah?”
My tongue rolls over my bottom lip as excitement drums through me, and I hastily get to my feet before taking the two quick steps to my coffee table and slamming the red dildo down right in the center. I’ll have to remember to thank him for remembering to make it with a suction cup on the bottom. That’s going to be extremely useful.
Nick watches me with a blazing stare. “And what exactly do you plan on doing with that?”
A stupid grin stretches across my face as I slowly begin to circle the coffee table. “Why don’t you let me worry about that? You just sit back and relax, maybe you’ll get a chance to show me how you work yourself after all.”
And with that, I climb onto the coffee table before positioning myself over the red mold of Nick’s dick and slowly begin to sink down onto it. He slowly sucks in a breath as the cool silicone begins to stretch me, and I sink the whole way down, groaning with how full I am.
“Holy fuck,” I murmur under my breath before slowly rising up on my knees again and loving the way Nick has become completely mesmerized by the way I ride the replica of him. My fingers join the party, rolling over my clit, and when Nick leans back on my couch and slips his hand inside his pants, fisting his massive cock, I almost come apart.
I put on a show, letting him see just how well I ride his replica, giving him the best possible view. The way he can’t tear his eyes off me is too much. He makes me come alive and makes my skin dance with goosebumps.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so damn gorgeous when you ride me like that.”
All I can do is smile as I tilt my head back, letting him see even more of me. “Show me how you work yourself,” I breathe, my eyes locked on him just as surely as his are locked on me.
Nick doesn’t hesitate to free his cock from the confines of his pants, and he shows me exactly how he likes to stroke himself. Slowly moving up and down his impressive length before circling his tip. He’s rock-hard, and the more I bounce up and down on his replica, the angrier his cock seems to get.
He groans, so close to the edge, but he clearly needs more. My tongue swipes across my bottom lip. “Come here,” I tell him, and within seconds, he’s on his feet, moving toward me.
His cock stares me right in the face, and hunger fills me as Nick brushes my hair back over my shoulder, bunching it into his fist. With my free hand, I wrap my fingers around the base of his cock, guiding it into my mouth.