Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
“Yes,” she whispered with so much heat in her voice I felt it singe my skin.
I was ready to fill her up, to make her take it all. Then, I’d slowly pull out of her and watch as my cum slipped from her pussy. I groaned out loud from that thought and image.
I let go of my shaft, because I was perilously close to coming, and went for her again. I gripped the firm cheeks of her ass in my big palms and squeezed the mounds until I felt her rise up on her toes. I lifted her off the ground, and she wrapped her legs around my waist instantly, as if she knew what to do.
And then I headed to my room, finally having my fantasy become a reality.
I made quick work of getting to my room, and once inside, I didn’t want to let her go, but I also wanted between her sweet thighs even more. I set her on the bed, curled my hands into tight fists, and just looked down at her. Fuck, she looked good on my mattress.
“Lay back for me.” I groaned those four words out. She did just that, resting back on the bed, her breasts slightly shaking from the movement. She looked tiny on the king-sized mattress. “Spread your legs, Bailey.”
She instantly obeyed. I stared between her thighs, her pink, pretty pussy on display, wet, her clit swollen, and need evident. No one compared to Bailey. No one ever would. And once I was balls-deep in her soaking-wet cunt, I wouldn’t last.
I grabbed my dick and stroked myself. It felt incredible, but not as good as how I knew she’d feel inside, her pussy muscles clamping down on me as she came.
“Spread wider for me.” Yeah, I was being a dirty bastard, but I couldn’t help it. I stroked myself faster, harder from root to tip, using the pre-cum that formed at the crown of my shaft to lubricate my length, making my jerking off even easier. I kept my focus on her pussy, her pink, slightly swollen pussy lips, and the little clit at the top.
Christ, I’m not going to last.
Sweat beaded at my brow. Hell, I’d be lucky to last five minutes once inside her. And as I ran my palm over the crest of my cock again, my whole body tensed, my breathing becoming even more ragged.
“Touch that pussy for me,” I gritted out between clenched teeth, my focus never wavering between her legs. She listened to me so well, and all I could do was watch in rapt awe as she slid her finger down her belly and through her cleft, teasing her hole before bringing the digits up to rub small circles around her clit.
It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
“How many times did you touch yourself and think about me?” I looked into her face so I could see her reaction, her expression.
“Every night,” she admitted on a harsh whisper as her pleasure clearly grew.
Fuck. I was coming unhinged.
She took in a stuttering breath as she continued to rub her clit and stare at me. “I thought about you every day, pictured you were the one touching me as I rubbed my clit and got off.”
The air left my lungs violently.
She’d never have to pleasure herself thinking about me again, because I’d be right there to get her off from this point forward.
Chapter Eight
Bailey
I was nervous, but I was even more aroused that the shyness I felt was overshadowed by my desire. With my legs parted, my fingers siding through my soaked pussy, I knew I’d be able to orgasm from this alone, from the way Gavin looked at me with so much heat I actually felt it.
I parted my legs even wider and showed Gavin the part of me that ached for him the most. I wanted to please him. I wanted him to please me. I took a stuttering breath and looked down at the long, thick length of his cock. He was so big, so hard for me. And as he stroked himself, I watched pre-cum line the tip.
“That’s it. So good, Bailey,” he grumbled out as if he might have meant to say those words to himself.
I felt my cheeks heat at the fact that I touched myself while he watched.
“I want to know what you’d do, how you did it as you touched yourself and thought about me.” He took a step closer, and I inhaled sharply.
“I’d lie in my bed at night, my roommate just a few feet from me.” God, was I really saying these things out loud to him? “And I’d slide my fingers down my belly and under my sleep pants and panties…” I took a shaky breath.
“And, baby? What next?
“I’d rub my clit until I came, the image of you in my head.” I rubbed myself, and a gasp of pleasure left me.