Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
With Lory, all I can do is focus on the physical. I can be a good lover if I can’t be a good human.
She rises, and Hyde and Rock watch as she walks slowly and purposefully to the room. I nod at my friends once, letting them know their turn is coming before I follow the mesmerizing sway of Lory’s hips and close the door behind us.
“You did well with Hyde,” I tell her as I strip my shirt over my head. “Kept him even.”
“He’s just like everyone else,” she says. “He just wears all his emotions where everyone can see them.”
“Was he gentle with you?”
She nods. “He was fine.”
“Good.” It’s a relief to know I won’t have to manage their interactions, although the idea of watching Hyde lose control between Lory’s legs sends hot blood to my dick.
I might want to be a good man, doesn’t mean I’m not a sick fuck in the privacy of my mind.
Lory eyes my body, lingering on the tattoos that pattern my skin and the muscles that boredom has honed. It feels good to be desired and appreciated. I missed being wanted.
“You got the condoms?” I ask. “I mean, I’m clean. There’s been no one else for… years.”
She grimaces. “I’m on contraception, but it’s better to be safe.”
“Don’t want to leave here with a crim baby in your belly.”
“I barely keep my head above water as it is,” she admits. “No way I could manage life as a single mom.”
I think about my mom, who had a revolving door of boyfriends who made my life a misery. They didn’t beat me like Hyde, but they kept mom’s attention elsewhere, and kids without attention don’t thrive. No kid of mine is ever going to go through that kind of hell.
“I don’t mind wrapping it up.” In truth, I’m happy it’ll make me last longer.
She nods, then slips her shirt from her body. Warden didn’t bring her a bra, but in truth, she doesn’t need one, and I love the fact that there’s no barrier between her sweet tits and the thin fabric of her shirt. Later, when she’s dressed, I’m going to pull her into my lap and run my palm up her flat belly and over her tits. I’m going to play with her in front of Hyde and Rock, maybe pinch her nipples hard enough to hurt so they hear her gasp. I could slide my hand into her leggings and rub her little clit until she’s squirming and wet.
Once she’s fucked us all, any inhibitions she might have can be pushed until they break. Little Lory’s going to leave here a changed woman. She’ll lie alone in bed at night and dream about all the ways we made her scream. Thirty days of nonstop fucking. She’ll never have another month like it.
Touching her is like second nature now. All the uncertainty has left the room, and we slide into a kiss that is fluid and intuitive. My rough fingers explore her soft, smooth skin, trailing her nipples until they’re tight whirls just waiting for my tongue. As I suck, she grips my head, and I slide my hands inside her leggings, cupping her perfect ass and tugging her against my cock. She’s light as a feather, and when I lift her, her legs clasp my hips like a vice.
There are so many ways I could fuck her. Like a kid in a candy store, my mind swims with all the options. Against the wall, on the bed with her on her back, bent over, in my lap reverse cowgirl style. I’m greedy to watch my cock disappearing inside her. The visuals are as important as the physical act. I want to witness her expression as she takes my dick, watch it stretch her open until I’m coated with her arousal, and everything between her legs is swollen and engorged. I want full control of her body, to take what I need, confident that I can give her an orgasm unlike anything she's ever felt before. Decision made, I lower her onto the bed so she’s lying across, and I’m standing between her thighs. She’s panting already, staring at my cock, which is tenting my stupid orange pants. I peel her leggings and panties down her legs slowly, enjoying unwrapping her. When I’m done, she allows her legs to drop open, resting her feet on the mattress's edge. She’s glistening already, and I duck down to lap at her entrance, relishing the taste of her sweet pink pussy.
The box of condoms rests on the metal nightstand, and I tear it open, finding a foil packet. My fingers vibrate as I tear it open and shove my pants down, sheathing my cock and cupping my balls. Her pussy squeezes, closing up her little hole, and I nearly nut in my fist. She was tight around my fingers. She’s going to be a vice around my thick cock.