Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Soft moaning wakes me from my light, restless sleep. For a minute, I thought maybe I was imagining it, or even dreaming it, but the more I wake up, the more I realize that it isn’t a dream. It’s coming from the living area. I rub my eyes and sit up, tipping my head to the side and listening further. Definitely female, definitely a pleasure moan.
Has Koda got someone here?
And if so, how the hell did he manage that? It isn’t an easy place to find. Which means it must be a woman from the club, because nobody else would know where this place is. I glance at the time—it’s only nine. I’ve barely been asleep an hour and a half. After an extremely awkward dinner, I decided to move to my room and must have fallen asleep. Last time I checked, it was still seven.
I’ve been exhausted lately.
It’s not surprising.
I slide to the side of the bed, shuffling out and putting my feet on the ground. I’m curious, and I want to see who is out there. I probably should give him some privacy, but my mind is never going to allow me to go back to sleep without looking. My heart races as I tiptoe to the door and gently grab the door handle. Will this squeak if I turn it? I can’t remember if it did before, because I wasn’t paying any attention.
The girl gives a loud whimper and I use that to turn the handle. It opens with ease and for a moment, I just hold it there, waiting for another good moan before I push it open. When one comes, I gently ease the door open enough that I can look out. My tummy coils with what I don’t know. Anticipation, maybe? I shouldn’t be doing this, but I can’t help myself.
Part of me wants to see who is here.
But mostly, I want to see him.
Like that.
Bared wide open.
Fucking.
Primal.
Brutal.
My pussy clenches, surprising me.
I’m no stranger to my sexuality; I’m in tune with it more than most women. I’m far from being easy, in fact, I haven’t slept with a good deal of men but I know what I want, and what I like, and I’m not afraid of it. Nor am I afraid to try new things. I’m sexual. And right now, my body is on high alert. The idea of watching someone else, it does something to me.
I shuffle my body close and then peer around the door. For a minute, I can’t see much, I can just hear it. The lights are out, the only thing that’s on are two lamps, lighting the room just enough, but not making it bright. Then I see them. I have to move out a little farther, because my room is just too far to the left. I carefully do that and let my eyes focus.
I swallow.
I have a clear view of the girl on the couch, sprawled on it, legs spread, back arching. She’s blond, pretty by the looks. Incredible body. Big boobs, slim waist, pretty pink pussy. She’s any man’s dream, no doubt. Koda is sitting, sort of half turned, right between her legs. He’s shirtless, but he’s still wearing a pair of cotton shorts that are bulging from his no doubt hard cock.
I glance at his body, and my mouth waters, just a little.
Big. Broad. Bronze. Muscles that are so big, yet so smooth and perfectly fit for him. Tattoos. Everywhere. My eyes focus on one across the top of his back, from shoulder to shoulder. BRAXTON. I wonder who Braxton is. A child? A brother? A friend? Curiosity burns, but my attention is taken back by another feminine moan. My eyes zero in, and I see Koda has two fingers in the girl’s pussy, gently thrusting, with skill and precision. His thumb rubbing over her clit.
Fire explodes between my legs, and the ache becomes almost unbearable. I should be ashamed that I’m so turned on, but I’m not. Watching him, watching the way his fingers are gliding in and out of her, watching her mouth gasp in pleasure, makes my body come alive. I clench my legs, trying to ease the pressure, but nothing is working.
My hand moves before I think any more about it.
It slips into my panties, and I find myself wet. I bite my lip to stop from gasping, as I gently begin to rub in small, slow circles. My eyes not moving off Koda. The woman arches higher and higher and then suddenly she gasps out his name and her body shudders. He keeps his fingers working until her body goes limp, and then he removes his fingers and stands, jerking down his boxers.
My lips part, and my eyes get wide at the sight of his massive cock. It’s thick, and hard, and perfect. God. Beautiful. His big hand circles around it, stroking up and down a few times, before he demands gruffly, “Back of the couch, get over it.”