Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Huh. I wasn’t really getting anything from it yet but my cock was already feeling good.
Stick it in.…You need to stick it in.…Men moaned and groaned and really fucking enjoyed themselves on my computer and damn it, I wanted to have that kind of fun too. As though someone could have snuck into my room, I looked around to make sure I was still alone and then…then I pushed at my hole, let the tip of my finger work its way inside, which was honestly, uncomfortable.
Either I was missing something or these guys had no clue what the fuck they were talking about.
“Fuck me,” one of the men said on the screen. My dick jerked and my finger pushed in deeper as I tried to find that spot Sean had told me about and…ohh. There you are. A zing shot through my body as I brushed my finger against my prostate.
The hand on my cock jerked faster, squeezed harder as I fingered myself, rubbing that fucking trigger that made pleasure shoot through my body. My toes curled into my blanket and my eyes rolled back.
It felt like an electric current zipped through me, and my body started to tingle.
“Fuck,” I groaned out as I played with my prostate. The best sort of sensations ripped through me and my legs trembled. My balls drew up. I fucked harder, jerked faster. I saw Sean before my vision went blurry, my body tensed up and, “Fuuuuck,” I moaned again as my prick jerked and I shot my load all over my chest.
Holy shit, that had been good. Why had no one told me about this before?
My phone vibrated and I jerked up as though someone could suddenly see me. My face heated and I had come running down my chest, but I knew I wouldn’t ignore the text. I knew who it would be from too.
I reached for the towel I had beside my bed, wiping my jizz away.
I’d liked that. Really fucking liked it.
I wanted to do it again.
If you could see me now, you’d see me rolling my eyes at you. First, you purposefully delayed answering me and now you want me to be the one to set up when we see each other again? You really are trying to deny how much you want to spend time with me. Sorry I’m so irresistible.
A laugh snuck past my lips at his text. The motherfucker should annoy the shit out of me, but he didn’t.
I leaned back in my bed again, turned off the porn and grinned.
How long have you been staring at your phone and telling yourself that’s why I wasn’t texting, hmm? Methinks someone has had me on their mind all night. I’m not sorry I’m so irresistible.
Some of the heaviness from seeing my grandmother earlier eased off my chest making me realize it had still been there. Coming hadn’t changed anything.
But then my phone rang and I smiled. I felt lighter than I had since I’d seen her, which was ridiculous. An orgasm should be much better at improving my mood than Sean was. “Hello? Who is this?” I answered.
“You’re funny,” Sean replied.
“Thank you.”
“In an annoying kind of way.”
“I take that as a compliment, coming from you.”
We were both quiet for a few moments, and I wondered if he was trying to figure out what the draw was between us the same way I was.
“How was your day?” Sean ended up asking, which surprised me. I thought he would keep the back and forth going, and as much as I liked our banter, I found myself glad.
“Most of it was fantastic.” Oh, and I just fingered my ass while thinking about you. How was your day? “I had a productive day and a sexy man admitted he wants to play air hockey with me again.” Sexy man. I thought Sean was sexy and it felt like the most natural thing in the world to me.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, and my brows pulled together.
A frown tugged at my mouth. “What do you mean? I just told you I had a great day.”
“You said most of it,” he replied. “And something sounds different in your voice. The cocky edge is a little duller than usual.”
“I’m not dull, fuck you very much.” I sat up straighter in my bed. “My cockiness doesn’t dull.”
“Oh, I forgot, you’re the king of cocky.”
“That’s better. You should call me that all the time.”
“Keep dreaming, Straighty.” He breathed out and then said, “Why wasn’t the rest of your day good? Did something happen?”
For a moment, I considered telling him what I’d done, that prostates were fucking incredible and all men should play with theirs, but I didn’t. The heaviness behind my ribs started again. I sighed, reached over and turned out the lamp as though lying there in the dark would change anything. It wasn’t like Sean could see me. It wasn’t like it would change this fucked-up conversation we were having and the fact that I was about to admit…“Remember the grandmother?”