Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 31838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Then, I lock myself in the half-bath and try to catch my breath. My heart pounds so loud that I can hear it thundering in my ears, but the throbbing in my pussy is insistent. Instinctively, I shimmy out of my shorts and then out of my panties as well. OMG, my pussy’s drenched and the fabric is sopping, landing in a wet heap on the floor. But it’s fine because I have more important things to be concerned with.
Slowly, my fingers slip down to stroke over my swollen folds, and a moan escapes my lips as I visualize Ryder in the shower again. Holy shit, he was so hot. I re-play the scene in my head. How his cock bobbled in the air as he fingered his asshole. How I literally saw his come-shoot pulse before he ejaculated like a firehose all over the wall. How the bubbly jizz went everywhere, coating most of the tiles with his virility.
I force back a moan as I slip a finger into my pussy, then another, and another, and I’m reminded of how Ryder did the same with his ass. But I need more because ever since getting pregnant, I’ve been twice as horny and sometimes, the vanilla way just doesn’t do it anymore. As a result, I lift one foot off the floor and place it on the closed lid of the toilet seat before thrusting my fingers deeper and deeper into my pussy, faster and faster.
Ah, that does it. The penetration is more intense this way and I let out a strangled moan even as my eyes close with pleasure.
“Fuck that feels good,” is my delighted whisper. Of course, I wish it was Ryder’s cock fucking me right now, but a girl’s got to make do with what she has. A few more pounds make me groan again, but I need more. As a result, I take my fingers out of my pussy, and briefly see how they glisten with my juice, before reaching around and slipping them back in from behind. Then with my other hand I massage my slippery, swollen clit as I work myself from both angles.
“Oh Ryder,” I moan in my ecstatic bliss. “Yes, that feels so good.”
But of course, my host can’t fuck me, so I fuck myself instead, pretending he’s slamming into my pussy from behind with his throbbing cock while he plays with my clit and fondles my breasts. I’m in another world as I squeeze my eyes shut, seeing vividly the handsome man’s wet, naked body in my mind. I’m only vaguely aware of the squelching sounds my pussy is making as I fuck myself faster and faster, trying not to be too loud.
Then, fire erupts deep inside, and my pussy squeezes tightly around my fingers as I come, standing up, knees shaking.
“Oooh!” I squeal. “Oh oh oh!”
The spasms of my twat are so powerful that they clamp painfully on my fingers. A huge gust of juice drenches my palm as I let out another delighted shriek, unable to hold back. But the release is magnificent, and I’m almost crying as it ends.
But of course, nothing this good can continue forever. I’m catching my breath, my fingers still deep in my slippery pussy, tight from the orgasm, when suddenly, there’s a knock on the door.
“Ellen?” Ryder's commanding voice sounds from the other side. “Are you in there?” Oh shit! My host heard me, and now everything’s going to hell in a hand-basket.
7
Ellen
“Ellen!” Ryder demands from the other side of the door. “What’s going on? Is everything okay?”
I can’t bring myself to answer because I’m too much in shock. I thought I was being so quiet, but obviously, that was untrue. Now, what do I say? This is so embarrassing, and my hands shake as I quickly wash them before drying them on the gray linen towel hanging beside the basin. Then I struggle back into my sopping panties and short shorts, praying against all hope that the lavatory doesn’t smell like pussy juice. But I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror, and to my horror I can see that my cheeks are flushed from my orgasm with that tell-tale “sex glow.” Clearly, nothing’s going my way today.
Meanwhile, Ryder’s becoming insistent.
“Ellen, open the door or I’ll break it down!” he booms from outside. “I’m serious!” But there’s a touch of panic in his voice. Or am I imagining that?
As a result, I hastily unlock the door and open it.
“Hey,” I greet in a nervous giggle. “What’s the matter?”
My host’s dark hair is still damp from his shower, but he’s otherwise dressed immaculately in a crisp shirt and low-slung jeans. They hug his muscular form, even as those blue eyes flash over my flushed form. Do I detect concern in his gaze?