Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
I moved closer, towering over her, water from me dripping onto her shirt as her head tilted back, and her heavy-lidded gaze found mine.
My hand rose, teasing across the waistband of her pants, my knuckle grazing her belly. It was a barely-there touch, but a shiver coursed through her in response.
Encouraged by that reaction, my finger slipped under the waistband, doing another long slide across the elastic as my gaze looked for any sign of hesitance.
Finding none, I finally let my hand flatten against her belly, then slide downward until it closed over the swatch of fabric covering her pussy, finding the cotton damp against my fingers.
Wet.
Just from watching me make myself come.
A rumble moved through me, making her eyes flash with fire as my fingers wiggled, causing a little whimper to escape her.
“So wet for me,” I murmured, remembering how much she seemed to enjoy when I talked to her.
Her cheeks flamed, but that fire in her eyes licked higher.
“You want more?” I asked, watching her give me a small nod.
Shifting my hand up, I slid it into her panties, touching her wet pussy with my bare hands, making another shiver course through her.
My thumb found her clit, and her breath rushed out of her in surprise before I started to work it. Slow, even-pressured circles. As my pointer and middle fingers tapped against the entrance to her body, increasing the pressure each time until she was rocking against me, until she was silently begging for it by the time my fingers started to penetrate her.
“You’re so fucking tight,” I groaned as my fingers slid in, making me think of my cock slipping inside of her inch by inch, her walls closing around me as I buried deep.
Her little sighs became whimpers, then moans that had self-consciousness overtaking her, making her head duck.
But I had to watch her. To see the look in her eyes as I drove her up, as I made her come.
My free hand moved behind her neck, closing around it, and angling her head back up.
“Look at me when my fingers are inside of you,” I demanded, getting rewarded with a little whimper. “Mm,” I groaned as her hand rose, grabbing my arm for support, her fingernails digging into my skin. “One day, you’re going to feel my cock inside you,” I told her. “Just like this,” I added, fucking her with my fingers a little harder. “You want that too, don’t you, baby?” I murmured.
“Yes,” she whispered as her breath got more and more uneven, her walls tightening around my fingers as she got closer and closer.
“That’s it,” I said as she got tighter and tighter around my fingers. “Come for me, baby,” I demanded, fingers fucking her faster and faster as her whimpers became frantic little cries, her nails bruising into my skin, her whole body tensing.
Then releasing, trembling hard as the orgasm slammed through her, her pussy squeezing my fingers over and over as she buried her face against my chest, whimpering through the waves.
I worked her through it before easing back, keeping my fingers inside her, but still.
My fingers massaged the back of her neck as I held her against me afterward, letting her come back down slowly, her breathing evening out.
Only then did I press her back against the vanity, tipping her head up again, then sliding my fingers out of her, only to slip them in my mouth as she watched, tasting her sweetness.
“Shower’s all yours, baby,” I said when I was done, grabbing the towel and my pants, then making my way out of the bathroom, knowing she was going to need some time alone to wrap her head around what just happened.
And what was going to continue to happen if I had any say about it.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Siana
Alone, I slid down the front of the vanity until I was on the floor, feeling the cool against my overheated skin. Little by little, that seemed to bring me back down, let rational thought break through once again.
It felt almost like a fever dream now that I was alone, some fantasy I’d conjured up in my mind to play out in my dreams.
Not reality.
But it had been real.
I knew that for no other reason than the wetness I felt soaking through my shorts because of Alaric dripping all over the floor.
Yeah, that really happened.
Frida rushed in.
I panicked, tried to get her out, stumbled, then saw him jerking himself off.
Then I’d done the unthinkable.
I just… watched.
Like this was a video call again, and not reality.
Not only had I watched, but I’d felt the desire blooming through me until it was an intolerable ache.
But then he’d climbed out, he’d slipped his hand into my panties, and he’d touched me.
Like I’d been fantasizing about. But never actually thought might happen in real life.
A moment later, Frida came in, sitting down beside me, giving me the Mom, what are you doing? Look.