Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
I’m confused.
He sees it written on my face.
“Get in the room, Adora.”
His demand makes me want to say “No, get fucked.” But I listen, and after I enter the softly lit room, the door shuts behind me with Joey on the other side of it.
Why did he leave me in here alone?
I don’t get it.
What is going on?
The room is void of furniture except for a bed situated behind me.
“Adora.” I glance at the mirror in front of me and realize it could be a two-way mirror. “Touch yourself.”
“Can you see me?” I ask.
“Yes, now do it.”
“So demanding,” I tease, turning around and giving him my back. Reaching behind me I start to slowly undo the zipper until it gets to my ass. The dress falls into a heap onto the floor at my feet. I step out of it, still in my heels, and head for the bed climbing on. I have no panties or bra on, so the only thing I’m wearing is my heels.
My hands glide across the bed, my ass now in full view, as I spread my legs a little farther. Looking over my shoulder to where I know he is watching from, I smile. “You might want to tell me where?” I give my ass a little shake, and I wonder what expression is written all over his face right now.
“You know what you’re doing, so do it.” His voice booms through the room.
“Okay.” I lay my chest fully on the bed, my hips still up with my ass in the air, and I snake my arm down my center. Reaching between my legs, I touch my pussy, gliding my fingers through the folds.
“Check the drawer.” I pull my hand back and stand, walk over to the drawer, and pull it open to find a purple vibrator. Now, this I know how to use. I can usually make myself come faster with one of these than any man could make me. Going up to the mirror, I turn the vibrator on and lift it to my breast, circling my nipples. I slowly slide it down my body until it just starts to tease my clit.
I pull it away when I feel the pleasure building.
With my other hand, I put a finger into my mouth, soaking it before I move it to my clit.
I’m horny.
And I want the release.
Now.
Putting the purple toy to my clit, the vibrations send shockwaves straight through me, but I manage to pull it away before it can make me come. I step back, knowing I’ll need to sit for this, so I sit my ass back on the bed. I prop my feet on the edge, legs open, heels digging into the mattress, giving a perfect view to whoever is on the other side of that wall.
“I’m going to come now,” I tell him, and he doesn’t respond.
Putting the purple pussy-eating machine to my clit, I let it do its job.
And believe me, it does not take long.
I start counting in my head, thinking it will help. Slow me down. But by the time I reach twelve, the pleasure is there, ready for me to fall over into the abyss. My head drops back, my mouth opens, and unintelligible words fly from my mouth.
I don’t even know if they’re in English.
I pay no attention as I move the purple toy lower, push it inside me, and pull it back out to my clit.
It’s a game of cat and mouse between my pussy and my clit.
“Stop!” His voice sounds closer, but I can’t seem to lift my head to look in his direction. Is Joey in the room now? I don’t really care.
“Adora.” The word is almost a growl.
I almost pause what I’m doing, but my mind thinks better of it and tells me to not stop, to keep on going because I’m almost there. That sweet spot that I crave is almost mine.
“Fucking hell.” I find him then, those icy blue eyes locked straight on me. And if I didn’t know better, I would say he’s mad, but as my eyes betray me and glance down, I see his trousers are tight, he’s biting his bottom lip, and his hands are clenched to his sides. He’s holding something back, but I don’t give two shits right now.
I hear the scream as it’s ripped from my throat—the scream that I caused, the one that he’s enjoying watching me cause.
My legs collapse to one side, and I feel one of my shoes fall off the bed. The vibrator drops in between my legs, my hands fall limply to either side of me. My eyes are glued to the ceiling as the shockwaves run through me over and over again.
“Happy fucking wedding day,” I mumble to him, but when I sit up, I see his backside as he walks out the door.