Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 24069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
There’s an empty pit in my stomach as I wait for more. There’s nothing but splashing around, which means he’s probably bathing.
Is that just another hiker or…
I shiver when I think back to last night. To the way the man was looking at me in awe, to the way I was probably looking back at him in the same way, the way he looked in the orange glow of the fire. How tempting… how beautiful…
What was his name? Julian something?
I had fitful dreams all night about him finding me and taking what I could see he wanted in his eyes so badly. In my dreams I wanted it too.
But I don’t want it now. I definitely don’t.
Who would want to climb up such a big muscular man like that and feel that thick gorgeous cock sink into my… Focus Madison!
I shake that renegade thought from my head and decide to move a little closer. Just to make sure it’s a harmless hiker. It’s not to see if it’s Julian in there, naked and wet. It’s definitely not to get another look at that thick log of his.
As quietly as I can, I head to the sound of the river. The breeze is in my face as I go, tickling my sweaty brow.
My core starts vibrating like a tuning fork when I spot the man in the water. It’s Julian.
I should get the fuck out of here.
But then a better idea pops into my head.
Maybe I should get a good long look of him. For the police sketch artist. Yes, I should definitely memorize every detail of his body. It’s the responsible thing to do.
A swell of heat rushes from my core to between my legs as I watch him. He really is gorgeous.
He’s all thick carved muscle as he stands in the river with the water up to his waist. I stand on my tippy toes to see if I can see anything floating under the surface, but I can’t see anything past the sculpted V on his hard pelvis.
His messy hair is wet with water droplets dripping onto his broad shoulders that I just want to lick off. This man’s arms belong on a video game character. They don’t look real.
It’s too bad he’s such a creep. What a waste of a hottie.
“We’re bathing first and then we’re going,” he mutters to nothing. The fish maybe? The trees? “No. Stop it. I’m covered in dried blood thanks to you. You want to go up to her looking like a serial killer?”
My heart seizes a little at the mention of serial killer. It only starts pumping again when I stroke the gun on my hip.
“I know. She was fucking beautiful. Those curves…”
He closes his eyes like he’s fallen into ecstasy and my eyes widen. Is he talking about me? No way. I’m not what you call beautiful. Although, I do have the curves…
“I want her too,” he mumbles as he floats on his back and looks up at the sky. My mouth waters again when I see his long hard cock emerge from the water. He wraps his big hand around it and starts jerking off with long slow strokes.
My pussy is burning as I watch. Before I can stop myself, my hand slips into my pants and slides between my thighs. I’m already so wet as I touch myself, rubbing my throbbing clit as I watch this gorgeous man get himself off. I can’t focus or think straight. This is a bad idea, but I can’t seem to stop myself.
His hand starts pumping his cock harder as his mouth opens wide. My own hand moves to the same rhythm, rubbing tight circles on my clit in between dipping my fingers into my sopping wet hole. I’m going to cum. I can feel it.
It’s raging forward, strong and out of control.
It hits me hard and I nearly cry out before I catch myself and swallow the scream down. Julian cums at the same time as me and I watch through watery eyes as thick streams of his seed shoot out of his cock and land on his hard abs.
“Fuck,” I gasp as the tremendous heat flows through me, making me tremble all over. It takes me a few seconds to recover and when I pull my hand out, it’s slick with my warm juices. I wipe it on the tree bark as I watch my live porno movie sink below the surface of the water.
“Still no release,” he mutters when he gets back up. He runs his hands through his wet hair as he walks toward the shore. The water washed away the cum from his abs, but they’re still spectacular to look at regardless.
“Fine,” he grunts as the river gets lower and lower. I bite my bottom lip as his thick semi-hard cock comes back into view. My pussy starts waking up again, tingling and throbbing all over even though I just had an orgasm. “If you promise not to go see her.”