Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
There was no way he should be this hard, only an hour or so after we’d done it.
At least, I didn’t think so.
It wasn’t until I realized that his hand was moving idly up and down my thigh, but his eyes were still on the screen, that I figured out what he was doing.
He was reading my book!
I gasped and tried to take the phone, but his SWAT skills bested me.
He pushed me until I was falling onto my back, and then he was straddling my body with his.
His legs clamped down almost effortlessly, pinning my arms to my side.
And there I was, completely detained by the big man above me, panting.
Had that just happened?
I gave an experimental wiggle to see if I could get loose, but of course, I couldn’t.
He’d never used his strength or skills against me before, and until right then, I hadn’t realized that I wanted him to.
“Let me finish,” he ordered, his voice all raspy and rumbly as he squeezed his knees just a little bit tighter, pinning my hands to my torso even snugger.
I gasped, my breasts practically spilling out of the tank top I was wearing—braless—and bit my lip as I watched him read.
His cock and balls were resting on my stomach, and I glanced down at them, nearly moaning when I saw the front of his grey underwear slightly wet with drops of pre-cum.
I squeezed my eyes shut for a few seconds, only then realizing that in his movements, he’d somehow caused his shaft to move down the length of his thigh.
I couldn’t see his cock head, but I almost could.
And that was working me up even more than seeing it.
The darkness of the room, and the light of the lamp on my side blocked out by his big body, meant that even though the length of his cock was lifting up the underwear slightly, I couldn’t see it because of the shadows.
I wiggled my hand.
“Can I have my hand?” I asked as I patted his ass with it—which was the only thing that I could reach.
He glanced down at me, then moved so that his thigh let up just enough that my hand could slip free.
But only one hand.
He would not give me two.
I smoothed my hand up the length of his thigh, getting closer and closer to the seam of his underwear with each passing stroke.
He swiped the screen with his finger, not taking his eyes off of the screen, and I moved, just a little bit farther, until I caught the tip of his cock with just the tip of my finger.
He jolted, his eyes coming down to meet mine.
Then he grinned and went back to reading.
I moved my hand farther inside his underwear, slowly stroking the length of his cock.
It wasn’t until he was placing the phone down gently on the side table that I realized my mistake.
I’d let him finish the entire scene, then I’d shown him just how hot it made me by allowing him to read it completely without fighting—too much.
All the while I’d stroked his cock in anticipation.
When his eyes returned to me, he didn’t so much as speak.
Dammit, why hadn’t I turned off my light before crawling into bed? Now I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks and see the desire rising in his eyes.
I bit my lip, loving the intensity in his gaze.
I loved even more that each time that I stroked his cock, his nostrils would flare.
Then he moved off of me completely, and then off of the bed.
I watched, mouth slightly parted, as he dropped his underwear.
My mouth went dry at seeing his cock, so hard that it didn’t droop in the least, jutting out in front of him.
His eyes were so focused on me that it made me squirm.
“Take off your panties,” he ordered.
I did, not wasting any time.
When I went to take off my tank, he shook his head. “Not that. I like watching your tits fall free of it when I fuck you.”
Something that had happened earlier when he’d taken me.
He’d had me from behind, and in our exuberance, my breasts had slipped free of my tank.
When he’d flipped me over, it was to find one nipple peeking out the side, and the other breast practically hanging out the top.
I left the shirt alone and watched avidly as he moved to the side table.
He came back with some lube, and my breathing went frantic.
Oh, God.
We were going to do this.
“Have you ever done that before?” I asked breathlessly.
He tossed the bottle of lube on the bed beside my shoulder, then shook his head slowly.
“No,” he admitted. “But I’ve watched it done on porn. Read that scene. And thought about it and you quite frequently.” He paused. “I just didn’t know if you were interested in that kind of thing. We’re new, and I didn’t want to go showing my sexual deviancies quite yet.”