Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
“Every good athlete knows the importance of the warm-up,” I say, glancing up at her with a wink. “Just a little something to make you feel good and limber all the right muscles before I blow your beautiful fucking mind.”
I press my mouth against her pussy, giving myself a long moment to inhale her delicious, sweet scent before I slip my tongue inside her. She’s soft and warm, and I can feel her get wet against my tongue.
When I hear a small moan leave her throat, I suck and eat at her clit until I can feel her thigh shake against my shoulder. Both of her hands go into my hair, gripping the strands with a strong hold, and I love every single fucking second of it.
It doesn’t take me long to bring her to the edge. I’ve been studying Lexi’s body like I’m going to take a final exam on it worth a hundred percent of my grade. I know what she likes and I know what she loves and I certainly know what makes her come.
When her body tenses up like a bow and her fingers threaten to rip my hair out of my head, I keep sucking at her clit, but I let myself look up at her, watching the way her perky tits bounce and the way her eyes fall closed when her first orgasm of the night barrels through her.
It’s the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life, and if I have anything to say about it, I’m going to make her do that over and over again tonight.
I don’t give a shit that every muscle in my body is sore from practice today. I don’t give a shit about anything but making Lexi feel good.
Her body goes lax against mine, and I guide us both into the shower. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, her mind still soaring from the orgasm high, and I use that time to let myself touch her skin. I grab some body wash and gently rub it over her arms and her belly and her legs, and I quickly wash myself off as I do.
My cock is still hard, solely focused on the gorgeous woman standing in front of me, but I turn Lexi around and rub the body wash on her back, massaging my fingers into her muscles as I do.
She lets out a little moan of approval, her head falling back as she does, and it only makes me want to touch her, caress her, love her more.
It’s not about sex anymore; it’s about taking care of someone I love.
Because fuck, I do love her.
If I’m honest, I’m fully in love with Lexi, and I have been for a while. Heartbreak at stake or not, there’s no going back.
Tuesday, July 8th
Lexi
I wake up wrapped in warmth, and when I blink my eyes open, I find my body curled against Blake’s big, muscular frame—the little spoon to his big spoon. He’s still asleep, and I carefully glance over my shoulder to take in his face.
His chest is bare, and his hair is a sleepy but sexy mess. His eyes are shut, and his lashes are thick and long. Those lashes would be a true envy for women who are fixated on their physical appearance, but for some reason, on Blake, they’re just right. They’re one of many pieces of his alluring puzzle—tested and retested via extensive app—that make him the kind of guy who can pretty much get any girl he wants on campus.
Sure, his persona as the Dragons’ star quarterback certainly helps his appeal, but there’s more to it than that. Blake Boden is one heck of a specimen for the male species. Not only does his impressive athleticism give off modern-day gladiator vibes, but the way he straddles the line of confident and cocky but down-to-earth and relatable at the same time only adds to his charisma.
The more I get to know him, the less I need an AI algorithm to explain the appeal to me.
Frankly, his sexual prowess alone would take several hours of data entry in Polarize, and I’d much rather spend that time letting him prove his worth via orgasms.
I’ve never had more than two orgasms in a single session—with my own hands—but last night, Blake gave me four. The final orgasm, even more impressively, didn’t fall off in intensity at all and, instead, felt like my entire body had been turned inside out.
If only I could create technology that would help men and women alike mimic Blake Boden’s appeal, our modern-day society—that’s so fixated on social media and popularity and achieving aesthetic perfection—would probably applaud it more than if I’d managed to cure cancer. Who knows, I guess. Maybe, if I’m really lucky, I’ll be able to do both. I haven’t even officially turned in my dissertation, and I already have big corporations trying to set up meetings with me to discuss the logistics and price tag, so it’s not outside the realm of possibility.