Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
His hands are rough and covered in callouses as he touches me. I see them covering my breasts first, giving them both a tight squeeze before dragging down.
He grabs two big handfuls of my ass.
I open my legs, imagining what his weight would feel like coming down on top of me.
How would he feel between my thighs? Could I spread them wide enough to fit him?
He’s awfully big.
I drag my hand down my stomach, pausing at my panties. I’ve touched myself before, plenty of times, but not like this.
What would it feel like to touch him? To rub my hands all over his skin? His chest… his cock.
Is it soft, or rough like his hands?
My fingers slide down into my panties.
I shouldn’t, not while I’m thinking about him, but I can’t stop myself.
The ache pulsing inside of me has only continued to grow. I’m full of warm, needy energy and there’s nowhere for it to go.
Would he shudder if I wrap my fingers around his cock? Would he say my name if I stroked him?
I imagine him reaching between my legs. I slide my fingers down, touching myself like I would like him to touch me.
God, I’m already so wet and swollen.
His big fingers slide through my folds then they find my clit as my hand tightens around him.
My hips jerk up and he smirks with satisfaction. I tighten my grip to pay him back and he groans.
My hand pumps hard up and down his shaft.
His fingers press against my clit and begin to move in small, tight circles. Quickly, he’s able to bring me to the brink of orgasm.
Just as my muscles tense, he pulls his hand away. Somehow he’s pulled his cock away from my hand and now I’m gripping empty air.
Weight pressing me down, he thrusts his cock deep inside of me.
My fingers work my clit furiously. Inside, my walls clench down as I try to imagine what it would feel like to have him inside of me. To watch him shudder above me and lose himself.
All at once my orgasm hits me and I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out.
Wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me. I twitch and jerk beneath the covers as all the pent-up energy comes pulsing out.
The orgasm feels like it goes on forever, but when it’s finally over, it’s over too soon. Pulling my fingers out of my panties, I realize my hand is soaked.
Panting up at the ceiling, I feel a little deviant and a little dirty.
I guess if Alex is a sick bastard then I must be a sick bastard too.
Chapter Twelve
Christy
Alex is in a sour mood this morning. Walking into the kitchen, he greets me with a scowl on his face.
“Good morning,” I greet him.
“You’re late,” he grumbles and turns away. Stomping up to the door, he holds it open for me expectantly.
“Sorry,” I murmur, squeezing past him. I’d ask him who pissed in his Cheerios but we haven’t had breakfast yet.
Walking outside, I take a moment to stretch. He shifts and sighs impatiently, waiting on me.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him he doesn’t have to wait for me but I’ve actually grown to like running with him and Muffin, so I bite my tongue instead.
We run like we always do, with me taking the lead and him bringing up the rear. But this time when we reach the house, he drops me and Muffin off, running another lap by himself.
I figure his bad mood has to do with however his date went last night and try not to take it personally.
After showering and getting dressed, I return to the kitchen to find a plate already set out for me.
Sitting down, I eye the pile of eggs on the plate. It looks bigger today. Did he sneak another egg in?
Alex is still behind the stove, frying up bacon.
Glancing over at him, I notice the look on his face has only grown darker.
I scoop up a forkful of eggs and shovel it into my mouth before asking, “So, how did it go last night?”
His brows pull down and he looks up long enough just to glare at me.
“That bad, huh?” I remark and shovel another forkful of eggs into my mouth.
He mutters something unintelligible.
Yeah, his date must have been horrible. And I can’t stop myself from feeling super happy about it. I hope all his future dates are horrible…
Turning off the stove, he picks up the plate of bacon and joins me at the table, taking the seat directly across from me. I work hard on finishing off my pile of eggs but I only make it halfway through before my phone starts buzzing.
I dig my phone out of my pocket and fumble with it, almost dropping it I’m so excited.