Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
“It’s done,” I inform him gravely and keep my eyes fixed on him as we both silently agree that this isn’t going to become a habit.
“If your mom asks,” I warn him, “I’m not going to lie, Joey. But for now, let’s just forget about it, huh?” I suggest, and both of us feel instant relief.
“I’ll go grab my laptop,” I add, “And I’ll email Zak. I’m not leaving you home alone all day, so I’ll be right back. Okay?” I ask, turning to go.
“Thanks, Jade,” Joey murmurs, flushing a deep red.
The most embarrassed I’ve ever seen him too.
But I’m already over it. I'm already trying to figure out what I’m going to say in my email to Zak as I rush back home to quickly change and grab my laptop.
I put those fingers to better use but still feel my whole body burning for another encounter with Zak.
CHAPTER FOUR
Zak
I’m in a kind of dream when the call drops—still reeling from seeing Jade.
But once it dawns on me that I won’t be seeing her anytime soon, I feel a different set of emotions take over.
“What the fuck,” I growl. My creased brow stares back at me in the monitor that’s just gone blank.
When the video call drops, I feel cheated somehow.
I know from experience that servers and signals always seem to drop out at crucial moments. But Jesus, a few more seconds of Jade would’ve been nice.
At least Jade has my contact details, and I’m already hoping she understands that I gave those details out so she could contact me too.
Sure, little Joey’s a gun at gaming, and I’d love to see him at the launch so I can pick his brain about his obvious talents.
But I can’t help kicking myself for not having more of my wits about me and actually asking Jade for her number. But how would that really have sounded?
Creepy much?
She didn’t look creeped out, though.
And if I didn’t know any better, I’d say she looked like a girl who was open to more than just a free trip to a game launch.
Staring at my bank of screens across my long desk, I try to shift my attention to the dozen other things on my to-do list for today, but it’s no use.
Within a minute, I’ve re-established the connection to our chat file and have the recording replaying on mute up on my biggest screen.
Pausing playback when Jade comes into view and zooming in on her features, I let out a low growl of satisfaction mixed with my building frustration.
Close enough to the real thing is better than nothing.
Helplessly unzipping myself and freeing my aching tent pole of an erection, I gasp and groan louder as I start to pump myself feverishly.
My eyes fixed on hers as they’re frozen on mine.
Just like a few minutes ago. Only now we’re alone.
Kind of. Even if it is just a reply.
And even if it is only in my imagination that my cock is sliding into her instead of my white-knuckled grip, Jade’s the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
I heard my voice grunting her name and everything I’d like to see myself do to her.
Gripping my throbbing cock hard with both hands tightly. And knowing her sweet pussy would be way tighter, I feel my balls rising already.
The seed I have for her wanting a release just from looking at her.
But I know it also wants to be inside her.
Unable to cope with the static image, my shaking hand stabs the mouse and hits play again.
It’s like seeing her body, her hair, and her face moving again is drawing my climax from me like water from a fucking well.
A deep one.
“Jade,” I groan between clenched teeth, feeling my body start to tense as my cock twitches violently, and precome pouring from my swollen helm is giving me instant lube but also no control over what’s coming next.
The rising pleasure. The pulsing of my stiff cock in both hands.
My head jerks back, and hearing her sweet voice in my ears with my eyes closed, I picture her thick tits in my face as I grip myself stupid hard.
Coming harder, stronger, and longer than I have in my whole life.
Her name is the only sound I can make as thick ropes of my seed paint my front desk. The huge monitor, too, makes me smile with added satisfaction.
“Mine,” I growl, laughing at how crazy I sound.
How fucking crazy I’m acting.
But this is what Jade does to me. What else can I do?
Instead of the empty, let-down feeling I was dreading after I come a river for her, I surprise myself by staying rock hard for one thing.
But I also feel like I’ve staked my claim on her already somehow.
It’s quiet for some time before my heaving breath and aftershocks subside, and examining my efforts, including her sweet face with my seed running down it, I only want her more than ever.