Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 99039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
“I want you to keep one hand on your breast and let the other trail down your belly to that sweet little pussy.” I can almost hear every intake of breath over the line as he pauses. “Are your fingers there?”
I jerk my head into a nod before forcing myself to give voice to the response. “Yes.”
“Kick off the covers so you can feel the cool air against your bare skin.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him no. Instead, I swallow it down and do as he instructs. My body is on fire, and I’m burning up inside. Once the comforter and sheet are removed, the air of the apartment wafts over my skin, raising goosebumps in its wake. I shift against the cotton and realize that I didn’t lock the bedroom door. Not that Sasha is in the habit of barging in without at least a courtesy knock, but it could happen. The danger of being caught only heightens the desire thrumming wildly through my veins.
“Now, I want you to spread your legs. Let them fall all the way open.”
I widen my thighs until my knees practically touch the mattress. Years of gymnastics has made my body pliant and flexible. As the cool air caresses my damp flesh, I know I’ve never felt so wanton in all my life.
“I bet you’re a fucking picture, all spread out with your hair tangled like a halo around you.”
Air gets wedged in my throat at the guttural sound of his voice as it washes over me. It occurs to me that I haven’t even touched myself—not really—and already it feels like I could splinter apart into a million jagged pieces.
“I want you to trail your fingers gently over your parted lips and tell me how it feels.”
I caress one plush side before carefully circling the entrance. As I touch myself, sharp shafts of need shoot through me and my back arches off the bed. Even though I’m alone, I feel strangely open and vulnerable.
Totally at his mercy.
“Tell me what your pussy feels like, baby.”
My heart stutters at the endearment. “My lips are silky smooth and so soft.”
“Mmm. I bet they are. Keep going. I want to know more. I want to know everything.”
“They’re wet because I’m so turned on.” My fingers continue to circle, not daring to dip inside. But I want to so badly. “And hot. The more I stroke them, the fuller they feel. It’s as if they’re swelling with need.”
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Do you like touching yourself?”
“Yes,” I groan, enjoying this more than I ever thought possible.
“What about having your pussy licked and eaten? I bet you like that, too.”
“I do, but my last boyfriend,” I pause, searching for the nerve to force out the rest, “didn’t like to do it that often.”
“How could he not?”
Even though he can’t see me, I shrug. “I don’t know. He liked it more when I did things to him.”
He snorts.
“I’d lick that sweet little pussy all the damn time. There’s no way I’d ever be able to get enough. Do you know that? All. The. Damn. Time.”
His words send a straight shot of need to my core, leaving me to twist restlessly on the bed.
“What do you want now?”
“I want to play with my clit,” I whisper. It feels like it’s pulsing with a life all its own, and I’m dying to touch it.
“Don’t you dare. Not yet. Keep touching yourself with nice, slow circles that make you feel like you’re going to go insane.”
It won’t take long for that to happen. I’m precariously close to splintering apart. I have no idea what this guy is doing to me, but I love it.
I moan, needing more. Instead of arguing, I do exactly as he commands, knowing he’ll force me higher and higher until I explode. And when I do, it’ll be the best damn orgasm I’ve ever experienced.
Just when I don’t think I can stand another moment, he says, “All right, dip your finger inside, but don’t go all the way. Only a knuckle or two. It’s all about teasing. Never giving yourself too much.”
Another moan slips free as I follow the instruction.
“Do you need more?”
“Please.”
“Mmmm, I love hearing you beg. You can pump your finger in and out a few times, but keep the movements shallow.”
I groan as my muscles stiffen, becoming impossibly tight.
“Now touch your clit and imagine that it’s my fingers stroking over the little nub.” His voice grows increasingly rough.
That first touch has me gasping as sensation continues to ratchet up. My back arches as everything inside me constricts, coiling tight as a scream builds deep inside. My eyes screw shut as I stroke my flesh.
“My fingers are wrapped around my cock, strangling the fucking life out of it as I imagine you spread out, touching yourself for me.” His voice is nothing more than a harsh rasp as his breathing turns labored, echoing in my ears until it’s all I’m aware of.