Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 108636 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108636 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Goodness.
I’m beyond aroused now, the throb between my legs becoming almost unbearable.
ElizaBeth: I don’t… I don’t know how much more of this I can take.
ThunderStruck: Slide your hand all the way down and touch yourself. Tell me if you’re wet.
My fingers inch down, and it doesn’t take long before they’re coated with my arousal.
ElizaBeth: Embarrassingly wet.
ThunderStruck: Fuck. My hand is on my cock now. Slide your finger inside yourself. Tell me how you feel.
I do as I’m told, a compliant little minx ready to do whatever he asks.
ElizaBeth: Warm. Wet. Ready for you.
ThunderStruck: Put your finger on your clit and touch yourself until you can’t hold back. Touch yourself until you come. But do it while you’re imagining my cock inside you. Do it while you’re thinking about my mouth on your pussy. Do it while you’re picturing my lips, my tongue, my fingers, my hard cock making you come.
Oh my God. My hips jerk forward at his words, and I can’t stop from touching myself again. And again. And again. My index finger circles and massages my clit until the waves of my pleasure build at the base of my spine, Beau’s face a repeat image in my mind.
I think about what it would be like to feel his mouth on mine. His hands on my skin. And his cock inside me. I imagine how full I’d feel when he’s pushed all the way to the hilt. And I fantasize about the way my breasts would move up and down as he fucks me.
I think about the way his eyes would look as he starts to go over the edge and the way his moans would sound when they leave his lungs.
And I don’t stop touching myself or thinking about Beau until my orgasm barrels through every cell in my body. I remember to keep my moans to myself, but just barely. The feel of it all is so intense I have to drop my phone and shove my face into the pillow as my climax rolls through me.
ThunderStruck: Fuck.
Only one crude word, but it says everything.
ElizaBeth: Yeah. Fuck.
ThunderStruck: I fear I’m starting to get a little too addicted to these chats.
And I fear I’ve been addicted to Beau Banks for so long there’s no recovering from it. Especially not now. Not after this.
I entered this chat tonight thinking I was going to say goodbye, but we’ve just crossed a plateau we can’t come down from.
I need more, and I need it often. And one day, I’m going to have to figure out how to work up the courage to do it in person.
Now that I know what that would be like…I can’t go back.
“Mom, next time, can you leave the onions off the steak?” Avery says, pointedly sliding the grilled onions off her filet with a look of disgust on her face. “Stank breath isn’t something I want to be known for.”
“Where do you have to go tonight anyway, princess?” Neil asks from the head of the table. “I thought you and June were choosing a quiet night in with us?”
“Neil,” Avery says with a roll of her eyes. “You clearly don’t understand the inner workings of Miami nightlife.”
He flashes a smile at Diane before turning back to Avery. “Please enlighten me.”
“First of all,” Avery explains, “it’s eight. Unless we want to grab an early-bird dinner at The Crazy Crab, shit doesn’t start popping off until at least eleven.”
Neil looks over at me, and I shrug. “Don’t look at me. I don’t make the plans. I just get forced to go along with them.”
He chuckles, and Avery snaps her fingers at me aggressively. “Right. And don’t even think of begging off tonight because I’m done with your shit. It’s a Saturday. You don’t have work tomorrow. You’re coming.”
“Avery,” Diane chides, but my middle finger and stuck-out tongue are enough to keep the levity.
“So, what are you saying, Avery?” Neil teases. “Your quiet night in with your loving parents isn’t really the main event? What’s our cutoff time?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” Avery replies, taking a sip of white wine. “But it’s not anything you should concern your pretty little head with, Daddy. You’ll already be in bed.”
“Avery, honey, onions are good for your skin,” Diane insists, pantomiming the nutrients by taking a bite herself.
Avery’s face pinches in confusion at her mom’s late reply, but Diane nods as though we weren’t just having an entirely different conversation two seconds ago.
“They are. Fredrick told me they’re high in antioxidants and vitamins that combat aging.”
“Who is Fredrick?” Neil asks, and I smother a smile, knowing just how good this is going to get. Neil is the ultimate hype man for his wife, daughter, and me, but that’s mostly because he’s never seen the receipts. It’s very military: don’t ask, don’t tell.
“Oh my God, Daddy!” Avery exclaims, laughing at him uproariously. “Mom’s been getting facials from Fredrick for years.”