Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” I growl low in my throat and grip my dick harder.
I stroke myself, slow at first, in tune with her rhythm, fucking myself as she finishes the job Taj wasn’t man enough to handle. Heat floods my body, and all of a sudden, this small-ass closet is too small. It’s suffocating, but I bear it if it means I get to come with her.
I want her so badly right now I can’t think straight. My eyes close, but I force them open, not wanting to miss a moment of her show, one she isn’t even aware she’s putting on. That turns me on even more. Being here, jacking my dick to her without her knowing. The potential of getting caught by her is thrilling.
“Ahh,” I mutter under my breath. “E vero topolina, fatti venire.” That’s right, topolina, make yourself come.
“Mm,” she moans, her voice just a hair louder than the stream of water. “Christian.”
I freeze a moment, unsure if I heard her correctly.
“Christ—mm,” she starts to mutter my name again, but it’s drowned out by another moan.
“Shit,” I hiss and pump my fist over my shaft with a vengeance.
I visualize us together, losing myself as if it’s real, as if I can feel her and she can feel me.
We’re flesh to flesh surrounded by steam. Her bare breasts are soft against my hard chest, her ass plump and firm in my grasp. She releases a needy breath when my length presses along her thighs. With her eyes, she begs me to claim her. Her lips are soft when I kiss her. The remnants of the drinks she’s had tonight are still on her tongue.
“I want you to fuck me, Christian.”
“Piacere mio,” I whisper against her lips. My pleasure.
Her breath hitches when I scoop her into my arms and dig my nails into her ass while I support her. I push her against the wall, and her back arches from the cold tile despite the heat around us. My dick nestles under her, the warmth of her valley all too inviting. She wraps her arms around me as I lift her, allowing my cock to find her entrance.
Siân gasps when I slip inside her, and my balls draw tight from the fit. So perfect, so hot, and all mine. Impatient and needy, she moves in my hold, taking what she craves. And I let her. For a moment, I stand still, balancing her with my palms to keep her in place and spread wide for me, allowing her to have her way with me. Water pours down over us, blurring my vision, adding to the experience. She’s wet all over, and it’s driving me crazy.
I feel her pussy clench around my dick, and I can’t stop myself. I thrust upward, meeting her grind, and fucking her like both of our lives depend on it. With her mouth wide and her eyes closed, Siân’s head falls back against the wall as I pound into her.
Her moans come out clipped around her heavy breaths, and her breasts jiggle with each thrust. I crane my neck to take her mound into my mouth, my motions increasing when she digs her nails into my shoulders.
“Oh, God. Christian,” she whispers loud enough for me to hear.
The sound of my name on her lips again pulls me from my fantasy, forcing me back to reality, and it’s just as hot. Just as real.
I focus on Siân, the ecstasy on her face calling to the beast in me. Her back is hunched, her mouth wide, and eyes closed as she rides her fingers. She’s about to come. I know because I can already see her legs getting weak. A chill rips its way down my spine as my seed begs to be spilled.
Snatching a shirt from a hanger, I drop the pen and receipt I’d forgotten about and hold the shirt in place with one hand while continuing to beat my meat with the other. I grow harder, the tip of my dick throbbing for a release. But I can’t let go yet, not until she does. Over and over, I fist my shaft, biting back a groan, nearly losing my balance, and just when I think I can’t take any more, we come—together.
“Oh, oh, fuck,” she cries out, her body bucking from her climax.
My shoulders slump from my bated breaths, and I stare at her through my lashes. Spent and sated, I clean myself up with her shirt and toss it to the floor. Remembering the pen and paper I dropped, I crack the door just a bit to use the lighting from the bathroom and the single lamp. I snatch them both up when I find them and slip from the closet.
Siân pulls herself together and is lathering up a loofah. I stick around for a second longer, making a silent promise to one day make her scream my name for real. As I step away, I glance down at the panties she wore right before giving herself to that worthless piece of shit. Quickly I grab them, bring them to my nose, and inhale her sweet scent. A scent wasted on the likes of a man who doesn’t deserve her. I shove the underwear into my pocket and sneak out of her room and down the stairs.