Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 56462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
The very sight of her could bring gods to their knees, and as I fight the impulse to race to her and give her what she so clearly needs, I settle for clearing my throat instead. She opens her eyes slowly, not startled in the least, which proves that she knew I was here all along.
“Something you need, sweetheart?” she questions, only ever using that endearment whenever she’s being sarcastic.
I grin and hold up the bright purple dildo, the exact replica of the red replica of my cock, something that took me three attempts to make. During the first attempt, the mold putty was the wrong consistency, and I didn’t figure it out until after I’d stuck my dick into the tube. The second time, I took it out too early and destroyed the mold, and the third? Well, the third was fucking perfect.
“If you’re going to sit in here and fuck yourself while pretending you don’t desperately want to be a whore for me, the least you can do is ride my cock.”
Her eyes light up seeing the purple dildo, and I toss it across the room, watching as her hand snaps up and plucks the silicone shaft out of the air. She’s hungry for it, not having had me since Christmas Day, and this right here is the perfect substitute.
Mila wastes no time, crawling up onto her knees and settling over the purple cock, and as she lowers herself down, her cheeks become flushed, and I can’t tear my gaze away from the sight. She tilts her hips back, giving me the perfect view of the way she takes the purple cock, and when she rises back up again, the silicone is drenched in her sweet arousal.
My cock twitches in my pants, and I have no choice but to adjust myself.
She doesn’t tear her eyes off me, getting herself off on the way I watch her, and though it’s not an invitation to join, she sure as fuck doesn’t want me to leave.
“Fuck, Nick,” she cries, her chest heaving, already driving herself right to the edge as her skilled fingers work her sweet clit.
She picks up her pace, and I can’t take it any longer, pushing off the doorframe and moving into the room. Mila tracks my every step, knowing how much she’s making me suffer right now, but judging by the need in her eyes, I’m not the only one suffering tonight. She’s worked herself up, and now that she needs more than a silicone cock, I’m not going to give it to her.
“Nick,” she begs as I make my way around her side of the bed.
I reach toward her, closing my hand around her throat and gently squeezing before leaning in close enough that she feels my breath dancing across her lips. If she wants to kiss me, all she has to do is close the gap.
“Nick, please,” she begs.
“Come for me, Mila. Let me hear how you scream for me.”
She comes almost on cue, and her desperate cries are like music to my ears.
“Fuck,” she grunts, still riding the purple cock as her fingers trail over her clit, having lost a shitload of momentum in the past few seconds. She clenches her eyes and tilts her chin up, closing the gap between us just enough to feel the slightest brush of her lips on mine, but it’s not enough to take what she really wants.
Her chest heaves, and as her orgasm fades, her body sags against the headboard, but I don’t dare release my hold on her throat. She opens her blazing eyes, and I see the desire still burning within them. “When you’re ready to be fucked properly, you know where to find me. But Mila, when you finally come to me, you better fucking beg for it.”
And with that, I make my way into the bathroom, needing to take care of the raging erection between my legs for the ninth time this week.
DECEMBER
I’m on the fucking edge. How have we made it to December without Mila caving? I know where her heart is. I haven’t questioned that for a while, but she held out just as she said she would, and now, time is almost up.
It’s Christmas Eve, the one day that means the most to us, and it’s now or never.
My knee bounces as I sit on the edge of my bed, my elbows braced against my knees as Mila showers. I feel fucking sick. There are twenty minutes before I’m due to make my way to the workshop and prepare for the biggest night of the year, and yet all I can think about is this.
She needs to make her Christmas wish, and I honestly have no fucking idea where she’s going to go with it. Growing up, I always thought I knew her better than anyone, that I could anticipate her every move, but this past year has only proven that I don’t know shit.