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)
Slowly, I let my eyes wander in the small space. There’s no steam in the bathroom which is strange because it means that Ryder’s blasting himself with cold water. What a weird thing to do. But then a silent gasp escapes my throat because the lack of steam allows me to see him clearly. All of him.
His naked, hulking frame takes up almost the entire glass stall as he leans against the tiles with one hand. The other hand is covering his brow, like he’s in deep thought about something serious, although what it could be, I have no idea. Cold water cascades over his head and sluices down the powerful muscles of his back before reaching those tense buttocks. They look to be carved of solid wood, and with hungry eyes I eat up his bronzed skin, thick thighs, and ripped calves. But then, another gasp escapes my throat because I see it then: the long cock, hanging heavy between his legs, reaching almost to his knee.
My breath quickens as a familiar fire lights between my legs. My pussy begins to ache, and I know I should turn and go. I should leave this man to the privacy of his ablutions except as I’m staring at the enormity of Ryder’s cock, it starts to harden and rise. OMG! He’s groaning with lust, a deep growl erupting from his throat, as that massive staff pulses and throbs before my eyes. Holy shit! He’s fully aroused now, and it stands up like a veiny flagpole, thick as my forearm, and dripping from the tip.
I’m so turned on that I can feel the wetness of my pussy starting to drench my panties. But then the show gets even better because with a tortured groan, Ryder lowers his hand from his brow and fists his cock, wrapping his palm around the heaviness there. His other hand braces against the wall, showing off those muscular shoulders, and his eyes are closed. The handsome man lets out another deep gurgle before palming that massive staff, uttering a low, guttural grunt as he strokes himself.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “Unnnh.”
Ryder’s so hard that I’m sure he’ll make himself come within a few seconds, but then he lets go of his cock and it throbs, veiny and angry, in midair. Then he does something strange - he moves his free hand to his perfectly shaped, muscular buttocks and starts massaging himself.
I watch with astonished eyes as he slips in one finger, then another, then another, until all four fingers are inside his ass, massaging and thrusting. He grunts with pleasure as his cock pulses and bounces up and down, about to explode. Deeper and harder he thrusts his fingers, until he groans loud and long, coming hard. Then, that massive cock goes still before jerking, great ropes of semen spraying onto the tiles of the bathroom.
I’m holding my breath, my heart pounding, my slippery pussy throbbing with desire as Ryder lets out multiple powerful blasts, his seed splattering all over the small stall before dripping down the walls. It goes on for what feels like forever, but after a few more virile sprays of ejaculate, Ryder relaxes. He’s breathing deeply now, visibly sated after his intense orgasm, even if he’s still in his own world. Meanwhile, I can’t believe what I’ve just seen. Did Ryder just come like a firehose in the bathroom? Did he just finger his ass while he was climaxing, muttering and grunting like a bull in heat? Oh fuck, that was hot, and I desperately want to be in the shower with him, enjoying this hedonism.
Yet my host hates me, or at least, he’s very uncomfortable in my presence. As a result, I need to leave. I’ve been rooted to the spot watching this impossibly dirty scene unfold, but if I don’t jet now, Ryder will open his eyes and see me and then the shit will really hit the fan.
Slipping away as quietly as I can, I hurry back down the hallway and into the open plan living space, feeling the lips of my pussy rub slickly against each other. I’m so turned on after what I just witnessed that I need a moment to regain my composure. What if Ryder comes out and sees me all flustered like this? He can’t know I watched him because he’ll think I’m a complete freak and kick me out!
But I can’t head over to the reading nook where I’ve been sleeping on the pull-out sofa, even though I want to lie down and play with myself until I, too, come with pleasure. After all, my sleeping space is tucked away, but it’s not exactly private. I need somewhere with a door I can lock. But where?
Then, inspiration strikes. There’s a half-bath in the front hallway for guests. It only has a toilet and a handbasin, but that doesn’t matter. It’ll do in a pinch. I rush over, glancing hastily down the hallway, but luckily, Ryder is nowhere to be seen.