Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
I’m tempted to turn the light on, open the refrigerator door, or shine a flashlight in my face so she can really see what she’s asking for. I gather up the pieces of the last of my decency and say, “Your inexperience is making you say foolish things.”
It’s very dark, and even though my eyes have adjusted to the lack of light, there’s no real way for me to make out her expression so it’s foolish of me to think I see disappointment there. I’m not going to entertain that delusion. For if I do, I would take her right here and now on the tiled marble floor. She hasn’t been fucked before? Let me rectify that.
“Why? Are you so bad at it that you think I will be disappointed? How would I know?” she replies. “This is really the best time,” she says with a little laugh, “as I don’t have anything to measure you against.”
I don’t have much self-control to begin with, but her words are like gasoline on flame, turning my tamped-down desire into a raging inferno of lust. My hand flies out to grip hers. I shove it against my cock. “Measure yourself against this then. If you’re so interested in getting fucked, take me out.”
I wait for her to shove me away, curse me out, or throw something in my face. What happens next, I could’ve never predicted. I would’ve bet my entire fortune, even my skill at sculpting that she would do anything but fall on her knees. Shaky fingers reach for my zipper. I stab a hand through her hair and jerked her head back. “What do you think you’re doing?” I growl.
“You said to take you out. I’m doing exactly that.”
There’s a tiny, almost imperceptible tremble in her voice. I release her hair and let my hand fall to my side. I realize now that we are in a battle, fighting for supremacy. She’s calling my bluff and if I don’t let her follow through no threat of mine will ever be valid again and she will be able to do whatever she wants in this house. It is a game of chicken to see who will blink first and it is not going to be me.
The zipper sounds like a roar in this quiet kitchen. I lock my knees and fist my hands at my side. Her moves are tentative at first, agonizingly slow. As she moves the denim away, her knuckles make fleeting contact with my cock. It’s so erotic, so sexy that I want to come from just this. She might be untutored, but the way she’s drawing this out is better than someone who could write a book on the topic of sex.
My cock is so hard I fear it might break. Cum is leaking all over the tip. My ballsack is tight against my body, ready to explode. Even my toes are curling inside my boots, and she’s not even touched me directly yet. It’s possible I may die when she does, but if this is the way I go, it’s fine. It’s all fine.
She releases a long, shaky breath as her fingers find my shaft. The wretched thing swells in her hand. A long, heavy groan escapes me.
“Am I hurting you?” she asks.
It’s hard to hear her over the blood thundering in my ears, and I don’t have a lot of brain power at this moment so all I can do is shake my head.
“You’re tense.”
“I’m turned on,” I spit out.
“Oh,” she says in a tiny voice.
“Yeah, oh.” and because I can’t stop being an asshole for more than five seconds, I add, “If you’re going to suck me off, then do it. Otherwise, put me away so we can both go to bed.”
“You’re cranky when you haven’t eaten,” she retorts. “Maybe instead of throwing my meals away, you should eat and then you wouldn't be in a bad mood all the time.”
“I’m not in a bad mood,” I roar. “I want to come. I want your mouth on me. I want you to suck me off like a vacuum and swallow my cock until all you can feel, taste, sense is me!”
I can’t do this. I can’t be vulnerable like this—not with her. I push her hands away and zip up, nearly cutting off my blood circulation. She yelps in surprise and totters backward, nearly falling. I catch her and haul her upright until her feet are on the ground instead of her knees. I grab her chin and force her to look up at me. “Don’t you ever threaten me again, do you hear?”
“Wh-what threat?” she stutters.
“Your entire existence is a threat.” I stomp out of the kitchen with my cock aching and my body lit up like a tree. I take the stairs two and then three at a time, my pace quickening until I’m all but running. I throw myself into the bathroom and take my cock out. After only three rough jerks, I come, my seed splashing against my shirt, the sink, the floor. It’s wholly unsatisfying and I’m just as hungry now as I was before—maybe more so. I’ll never be able to erase the image of Summer on her knees in that tiny nightgown with her trembling hands brushing against my cock.