Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
I move a little closer, so I can get a better look. I’m going to fucking hell, but dammit, I have to. I just have to.
Peeping through the crack in the door, I see Emerson lying on her bed. She’s wearing a tight white tank top that does nothing to hide the fact that her nipples are hard. Her panties are around her thighs, and her hand… motherfuck… her hand is where I wish mine could be.
She moans, and I act on instinct.
Slowly, I push open her bedroom door, step inside her room, and close the door behind me. The audible click has Emerson opening her eyes. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, and I don’t know what I expected, but her heated gaze locking with my own, and her hand continuing to massage her clit is not it.
Her mouth opens in surprise, forming a perfect O, and I can’t help but wonder how those lips would feel wrapped around my cock. She didn’t expect me, but she’s not stopping. She rubs at her clit while her eyes undress me. Her eyes are usually a bright green, but right now, the desire-filled orbs are almost black.
Reaching behind me, I flip the lock on her bedroom door before leaning my back against it. I’ve had a handful of beers. I’m not drunk, but I’m not sober either. What I am is going out of my fucking mind. I shouldn’t be here, but I can’t make myself walk away. I need her to tell me to walk away, but she makes no move to do so.
Tearing my eyes from hers, I focus on her hand as she slides a finger inside.
It’s more than I can take.
I need relief.
Popping open the button on my jeans, I tear down the zipper and pull out my cock. She gasps, which has my eyes flashing to hers. Her dark-brown hair is fanned out over her pillow, and her eyes, so fucking dark and burning with desire, watch me.
“Don’t stop.” My voice is gritty and barely a whisper. It doesn’t matter because she hears me. Her hand once again starts to move, and so does mine.
My sweatshirt is in the way. I pause, ripping it over my head and letting it fall to the floor. I take my cock back in my hand, lean back against the door, and begin to stroke. I squeeze hard as my hand glides from root to tip and back again.
I’m dry and wish that I could run my hands over her wet pussy, but I keep my feet planted where they are. Instead, I lift my hand and spit and get back to business.
Time seems to stand still as I get lost in the sight before me.
I’ve never seen a woman more beautiful.
She’s too young for me.
She’s my best friend’s little sister.
We could get caught.
My mind races with a million thoughts, but there is only one that matters.
Release. Release with Emerson’s eyes on me.
Her hand starts to pump faster as she adds a second finger, and my hand pumps faster. I match her stroke for stroke. Her face is flushed, and her chest rises and falls with each labored breath she pulls into her lungs.
Her back arches off the bed, and I feel the familiar tingle in the base of my spine. My balls tighten, and I know I’m not going to last much longer. I want to tell her that. I want to tell her to rub her clit and come for me.
Come. For. Me.
But I don’t. We both remain silent, our eyes roaming over every inch of each other as we both chase our orgasm.
“Rome…” she whispers my name, but it’s not just a whisper. Her voice cracks, her chest rises and falls even faster, and her hand moves to her clit. She rubs furiously, her head shaking from side to side. Her legs start to fall closed, and I grunt my disapproval.
Like the good girl that she is, she forces them back open, letting me see all of her. Her pussy is wet, and I’d give anything to have a taste. Just one taste.
My hand pumps faster, as does hers. She bites down on her bottom lip as her body shakes with the desire crashing through her veins. Seeing her like this is all it takes, and I’m blowing all over my hand, dripping onto her bedroom floor. When I’m finally spent, I tuck my cock back into my jeans and pull my T-shirt out of my hoodie. I clean up as best as I can before pulling my sweatshirt back on.
I glance down at the shirt in my hands and realize I’ve fucked up. I’m going to have to toss it, hide it, something. I can’t carry this back out to the backyard.
“Mine.” Her voice is barely a whisper that I’m surprised I heard it over the drum session rivaling a rock concert that’s going on in my chest.