Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
She’s quiet and still, telling me she has yet to fall asleep. Once she is, she’s incredibly restless. It’s made me wonder more than once if I wrapped my arms around her if she’d calm down, but crossing that line seems like a violation, more so than all the other transgressions I’ve made against her so far.
I doze, my body needing the rest from being on edge all damn day, but my repose doesn’t last long. I open my eyes to darkness, knowing something woke me. A whimper hits my ears, and I settle some. She’s had one other nightmare since I brought her here, but she pulled herself out of it the last time. I wait, my breathing slow and steady as I wait for her to get deep enough into her terror to wake herself up.
The next time she makes a sound, it doesn’t resemble a nightmare at all.
It’s a whimper of need and I barely stifle the groan of frustration that threatens to slip out of me.
I register the movement on the bed, rhythmic.
I swear my balls double in weight at the realization that she isn’t dreaming because she isn’t asleep.
She freezes the second I turn over. By the time I turn on the light, she’s blinking over at me, her cheeks flushed as she tries to act all fucking innocent.
“Don’t stop,” I tell her, hating that she’s already pulled her hand from between her legs.
“What?”
“Keep going,” I urge, trying to sound encouraging rather than issuing a command.
She shakes her head. “I can’t.”
“The cost of sleeping in the bed has gone up,” I say, my voice only loud enough for her to hear.
I swear she looks fucking relieved at my words. She wants me to make her do this.
I tug the sheet as her hand disappears under it, loving the sight of her dark pink nipples. The yellow light coming from the lamp cast shadows all over the room, giving what she’s doing a dreamlike feel to it.
“I can’t,” she says again, her hand hovering just below her belly button. “I’ve never been able to do it unless I have a toy or a well-aimed showerhead.”
“I can do it for you,” I offer, praying she doesn’t take it as a threat. I don’t mean it that way at all.
Her head shakes, shutting that down immediately. It leaves me bereft, aching in all the wrong spots.
“How about this?” I ask, reaching down and picking up her hand. “You can do what I tell you to.”
I pull her fingers into my mouth, groaning at the tanginess clinging to her fingers from what she was doing that woke me up.
She gasps when I nip the tips of her fingers before pulling them from my mouth.
“Start slow,” I encourage. “Tease the outside.”
I hate when her eyes flutter closed. I swear I’d come without touching my cock if she kept her eyes on me while teasing her pussy lips.
“That’s it. When you’re ready, dip one finger in the crease. Jesus, you’re so fucking wet.”
Her lips part, her breathing growing slightly more erratic.
“Circle it, but don’t press too hard.” She moans, and as the sound drifts away, it takes my restraint with it.
I shove the sheet entirely out of the way, the movement drawing her eyes open. Instead of reaching for her like my body is demanding, I slide my hand down my abs and grip my cock, my mouth hanging open when she looks down at my hand.
Her fingers move faster.
“Don’t resist that tingle you feel,” I pant. “Let it swim inside of you.”
My hand works my length slowly. It’s very clear with how tight my nuts are that I’m dangerously close to coming already.
“You dirty bitch,” I whisper as she locks eyes on my working hand, her own fingers taking on the same tempo.
I keep slow for my sake, but she seems irritated by it, needing more to take her to the fucking edge.
“You were thinking of me while you were working that pussy in the dark, wanting me to say your name so you can come.”
She whimpers again, and I have to speed up my hand. The urgency to nut turns into my only goal in life.
Her hips jolt, and I growl out a warning when she pulls her hand away.
“Break contact with that pussy again…” I start, refusing to fill in the blank because I know she’s doing it in her mind.
Whatever she wants from me is what she anticipates me saying, and for fuck-all reasons, I don’t want to ruin that for her.
Her arousal grows, her fingers slicker as she now uses two to roll circles around her clit. The sounds she’s making are sloppy and so fucking enticing.
“Want to lick your cum from your fingers, suck that little pink clit into my mouth. Fuck, Mads.”
Her mouth hangs open on a soundless moan, her back arching as she comes. The sight of it is so fucking divine, my balls tense, pulsating the first pulse of my orgasm.