Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Carefully, so she doesn’t slip, she steps back out of the bath. But rather than wrapping herself up in a fresh towel, she puts on my robe. My fucking robe against her fucking skin.
Goddamn it. I knew it. I was fucking certain I could smell her on that robe last week. And now I have proof.
“You think I don’t notice you,” she whispers into the air, as she towels off, using the cuff of my robe to dry her pussy, her tits, her curves. “But I do, Mr. Philipe. I see you all the time.”
Holy fuck. I freeze. Watching her. Wondering if she knows I’ve been here all along.
But the way she’s acting tells me she hasn’t figured me out. She’s talking to me, yeah. But only the idea of me.
If only she fucking knew that I’m right here.
“I see you in the shadows. I smell your cologne. I hear your footsteps. The way you breathe.” She squeezes the water out of her hair, and I follow a few droplets as they roll down her belly and thighs. I study the dark pink edge of her inner petals, the way the flesh ripples up into hiding behind her outer lips. “I look at your art; I dust your things. I make your food. I sometimes kiss your fork, or the edge of your coffee cup before I bring them out to you. I do all of it for you. And I want you,” she says now into the mirror, her blue eyes darkening as she looks right fucking at me. “I want you so much.”
Jesus.
Still wearing my robe, she pads through the bathroom and into my bedroom. I move with her in parallel, watching her through the back side of the full-length mirrors that line the wall between us.
She slips my robe off and slides between my sheets, naked. She presses her cheek against my pillow, inhaling deeply. Her smooth skin makes a hush against my fresh bedding. More pre-cum leaks out of my dick, weeping from the tiny slit on the head, easing my frustrated pumps.
“Every night when I go to sleep, I think about you here. Alone. And I think about all the things I’d like to…”
She slips her fingers back down her body again, tracing her curves and valleys. Her body bucks as she splays her knees wide, the sheets exposing her as she touches her clit. When she slides her middle finger into that sloppy, sweet opening, I nearly smash through the mirror like the fucking Kool-Aid man.
My other hand reaches down and cups my balls, squeezing until I see stars as I stroke myself harder, wishing it was her hand. Her mouth. Her tight little hole.
With a whimper and a needy little whine, she rolls over onto her stomach, grinding into the palm of her hand. “And I think about how much I’d like to know you. About how you kiss. About how it would be if we were together. How it would feel if you…”
She grinds into her palm harder, tensing her ass, gyrating those perfect hips. I imagine her riding me there in my bed. Her hands on my headboard. Her fucking cunt juices slathering my balls.
With long savage strokes, I work my length in time with her little hip thrusts. I watch her tiny hand tighten into a knot in my sheets. I imagine what it would be like to fuck her hard, taking her cherry, making her bleed.
“Give it to me,” I growl at her. “Let me see you fucking let go for me.”
She shudders as she gets closer, grinding herself deeper and deeper into ecstasy.
“I don’t want this to be me,” she says, down at the pillows, like she’s talking to me beneath her. Another grind, another squeeze, “I want it to be you.”
Fucking fuck.
“Come inside me, Mr. Philipe. I want your baby.” Her breathing quickens, her skin flushes red. Her jaw clenches as she throws her head back.
Every muscle in my body tightens. It’s all I want. To fuck a baby into her, to make her mine for good.
To make it so that she can never leave me. Ever.
“Please, oh god, please...”
Begging me. Fucking begging me.
I plant my hand on the wall, jacking myself off like a fucking cage fight as I watch her. Fap-fap-fap. Her breathing slows, she grits her teeth, her thighs quiver.
“Oh, oh, ohhhhhhh,” she moans. “Are you coming? Oh, god I feel it, inside me…come inside me, please.”
Yes. Fucking yes.
And there it is. She shivers, she curls her toes, and she’s tumbling down with me, beside me, inside me. We come together, her whines tangled up with my grunts. I shoot my fucking seed all over the two-way mirror, heavy milky spurts that coat the glass. She arches her neck back, her curls kissing her ass, and fucks her fingers right through her pleasure and back.