Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 118309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
“Yes…”
The knuckles on my hand not driving me to the brink turn white as my grip on the bedding firms.
I’m so close to the edge that I may break a record. It usually takes a lot to make me come, but I’ve not even been stimulating myself for two minutes, and I’m on the verge of combusting.
I don’t deserve all the accolades. I’m not even sure I should receive a mention. Nothing happening to my body right now is because of anything I’m doing.
Maksim deserves all the praise.
I remember his words and how good it felt to have his hands on me.
I think back to how he growled when he felt how wet I was for him.
Fuck, Doc. You’re saturated.
As similar stars form now as they did then, I finger fuck myself faster. I plunge them in and out of my pussy over and over again while I use the heel of my hand to incite my clit.
Waves of pleasure roll through me, making me pant and my thighs shake, but I don’t fully surrender to the bliss I’m seeking.
“Please.”
When I curl the tips of my fingers like Maksim did, I almost vault off the bed.
There’s the extra pressure I need—the fuel I’m seeking to get this fire fully lit.
“Oh…”
I whimper desperately when the fingers inside my pussy and my thumb on the outside massage my clit simultaneously. The friction is addictive, but it isn’t the sole cause of the sheets growing sticky. It is recalling that Maksim replaced the shirt I stole but didn’t remove my scent from his skin.
He still smelled like me, and the memory has my knees pulling together and stars blistering behind my tightly snapped-shut eyes.
As my thighs tremble, I picture him using the feminine scent I left on his hand to stimulate himself. Is he stroking his cock with the same hand? Moaning my name as I am his? Is my face once again the sole motivator of his release?
You wouldn’t think I knew the word “rejection” with how tightly coiled my body is. It felt how mouthwateringly thick and long his cock was when he pushed me up against the vanity of the washroom and then when he pulled it out and the lighting above caught the glistening droplet on the end.
“Ohhh…”
Desire burns through me when I pretend it is Maksim’s head between my legs, lapping up my arousal, instead of the silky bottoms of my pajamas. I imagine him peering up at me occasionally because he doesn’t want to miss witnessing my face in ecstasy, but his desire to taste me returns his mouth to my pussy often. He fucks me with his mouth. Punishes me with his tongue. Then he…
“Oh… oh… oh…”
I slam my hand over my mouth to lessen my moans as shockwaves dart through me. My orgasm is long and draining. It steals the last of my energy and reminds my limbs of the blissful heaviness they were denied earlier until I fall into a peaceful slumber.
CHAPTER TEN
My hands itch to pull up the covers, to stay asleep for a few minutes more, but my grumbling stomach refuses to accept no as an answer.
It is starving, and so am I.
Its rumbles are understandable. My unexpected run-in with Maksim and his mother kept my mind occupied, so I haven’t eaten since lunchtime yesterday. Although I have an extra twenty dollars I didn’t anticipate having after check-in, it could be used on something better than the food we could get for free at breakfast.
After a leisurely stretch, I sling my eyes to my cell to calculate how long I slept. My eyes bulge when I notice it is almost eleven. It isn’t a record, but I set my alarm for ten, so why am I two minutes away from missing breakfast?
“Z!” I shriek while diving out of the bed and racing into the living room. “We’re about to miss breakfast!”
“Huh? What?” She rubs her eyes before flopping her head back onto the pillow and covering her ears with its overhang. “Why are you yelling? It’s too early to yell.”
“Breakfast! We forgot breakfast.”
With the alertness of the alarm that didn’t go off, she jackknifes into a half-seated position before gulping. “Breakfast?”
“Yes. We have two minutes.” I check my watch, grimacing when I notice how close the hour hand is to the twelve. “If that.” I throw her the denim shorts discarded haphazardly on the floor before hightailing it to the door. “I’ll meet you down there. Hopefully I can stall them.”
“Okay,” she shouts through the rapidly closing door of our suite.
I jab the elevator button multiple times. If we weren’t on the top floor of the hotel, I’d be tempted to take the stairs, but the rapid climb of the elevator closest to me saves me from an early-morning cardio session.
“Yes,” I praise when it arrives in a record-breaking three seconds.