Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Seeing my own insecurities, he brings my hands to his mouth and kisses each palm. Then he puts them on his hips and helps me push his boxer briefs off.
I try to keep eye contact like he did, but I’m a total perv and check out his junk. His hard cock is long and pointing up. It’s thick, with a smooth head, and my mouth pops open at the size of it.
He takes my hand in his and leads me over to the tub, shaking me out of my shock.
“It’s not polite to stare,” he says as he steps into the bath and then helps me over the edge.
He sits down in the bubbles and leans back as I sit between his legs and put my back against his front. His legs rest on either side of mine, and he wraps his arms around me. I sigh as the hot water relaxes me instantly.
“God, this is nice.”
“See? Already some benefits of coming to my place.”
When we first got to Jordan’s building, I thought it was nice. It looked like a normal building in a great neighborhood, but once I got inside, I was shocked. He told me that computer hackers tend to make good investments and he’d made a lot of money in the stock market when he was younger. He used it to buy this place and then fixed it up himself.
He would have to be loaded to be able to afford a place this size, but I kind of like that you wouldn’t know that about him unless you really knew him. It’s not overly lavish or obnoxious. It’s actually pretty simple and very much his personality.
The place is big, but it feels cozy. There are couches and overstuffed pillows everywhere, and it makes me want to walk in and kick back. There’s no stuffy furniture or weird art. It’s a place I feel welcome and happy. He seems to have a way of doing that to me.
He brings his hands to my shoulders and starts to rub.
“I’ll give you an hour to quit that,” I moan, closing my eyes and letting my head fall back.
He laughs and kisses my neck. “Make it two and you’ve got a deal.”
There are three bedrooms here, yet he put all my things in his room. One side of the closet is completely empty, and since he brought all my hangers, he went on and on about how easy it was for me to move in.
I corrected him a few times, but he still keeps saying that I moved in with him. Finally, I just let it go and let him have it. For now.
When he showed me the kitchen, I swear I almost said I loved him. The space is huge—a cook’s dream. Although he says he dabbles, he’s not very good. I don’t know if that’s possible with every tool right in front of you. I ended up making us some sandwiches out of what he had in his fridge, but he promised we could go to the market and stock up so that I could cook to my heart’s content. I’m already dreaming about the things I can make in there, stuff that I never had the space for at my place.
Thinking about my place reminds me of my sister and the burgeoning mess that I left at my apartment.
“I can feel you tense. You’re supposed to be relaxing. Would you like me to distract you?” He rubs lower down my front and moves to my breasts.
All annoyances over my sister’s surprise visit vanish, just like all my problems do in his arms.
“See. Much better.” His lips are on my neck, and he traces kisses up and down.
One of his hands stays on my breast as the other moves down between my legs. I can’t see through the bubbles, but I can feel his fingers as they find my clit. The sensation brings all the memories from last night flooding back, and I want more of what we shared. Only this time, I want Jordan to feel it, too.
I feel the length of his cock against my back, and I reach around between us to touch him.
He hisses in my ear when my hand makes contact, and his movements on my pussy still. “Go slow,” he whispers and goes back to petting me.
I touch him gently like he’s touching me. Neither of us is in a hurry for this to be over, so we take our time.
I love the feel of him in my hand. His length is bigger than anything I’ve seen, but it’s not as if I have a ton of experience with penises. But even from the limited porn I’ve watched, I can tell Jordan has been blessed. He pulses against my palm, heavy with need.
“You feel so perfect in my arms. Better than I ever dreamed of all those nights I sat in this tub alone, stroking my cock and thinking of you.”