Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 114584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
He turns the other showerhead on, and I almost sigh when I step beneath the hot spray.
It’s a large shower, easily made to fit two people, and still, the space feels tiny and confined when sharing it with someone as large as him.
I stare at his muscled back, watching his movements, enjoying the sight before me. Turning, he hands me a washcloth and gives me the soap. I start washing myself, trying to keep my eyes on the tile floor, but I know he is watching everything I do.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see his heavy member swinging between his legs, growing larger and stiffer by the minute. When his penis is so hard that it’s curved upward, pointing to his navel, I sneak a glance up at him and find his eyes are glued to me, a hunger like no other reflecting in the blue depths.
It’s just a shower…
Nervously, I reach for the shampoo, trying my best to keep some space between us. Unfortunately, in doing so, I shift my weight awkwardly and lose my footing. My feet slip on the soapy tile floor, and I shriek, knowing I’m about to hit the unforgiving floor hard.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I wait for the pain to overtake my body, but instead, Julian grabs me by the arm and pulls me up and against his chest. My hands fly up to press against his chest, and I’m not sure if it’s to pull him closer or push him away.
Feeling his long erection pressing up against my belly, I decide it’s the latter. I shove against his chest, but his arms tighten around me, pulling me closer. Like quicksand, I’m trapped in his embrace, seemingly sinking deeper with every move I make. My nipples harden as I struggle in his arms, something like fear developing in my gut.
A deep groan rumbles in his chest, reminding me of a grizzly bear. I don’t dare look up. Instead, I keep my eyes on his chest, which is rising and falling at a steady rate.
“I want you to do something for me.”
“You… you said just a shower…” My lips wobble. Had I been fooled into trusting him?
Leaning forward, his nose skims against my throat, and I feel a trickle of heat in my belly. “I did, but I want more…”
I shouldn’t ask. It’s asking for trouble, but in reality, do I have a choice?
Swallowing down my fear, I ask, “What kind of more?”
“I know I told you it was nothing but a shower, but having you so close, makes me want to take from you until there isn’t anything left. I’m a man of my word, and I won’t fuck you until our wedding night, but I want your dainty hand on my cock, jerking me off until I cover the tile in cum.”
“Oh… okay,” I whisper, not sure what else to say or do. It doesn’t sound like he is giving me a choice. Or is he? Do I even want a choice? It’d be easier to tell myself I was forced, but no matter how cruel and horrible a person he is, I can’t deny my curiosity, and like I said, this was going to happen, one way or another.
Placing two fingers beneath my chin, he forces me to look up at him. “Do you want to do this?”
Swallowing thickly, I look at the throbbing length trapped between our bodies. The head is an angry red and swollen. It looks almost painful. It’s now a choice that he’s given, and I find my head nodding without thought. Looking back up, I see a dark gleam in Julian’s eyes as he drops his hand and trails it down between my breasts before reaching for my hand.
Anxiety ripples through me, and heat blooms in my cheeks when he guides my hand to his cock, the muscle twitches beneath my hand, and I stare at the appendage in awe. It’s soft and thick, and so incredibly warm. It’s unlike anything I ever expected.
Placing his hand over mine, Julian guides me, a hiss passing his firm lips at the movement. Biting the inside of my cheek, I wonder if I’m doing this right. My hand is trembling, making each stroke jerky. He’s so thick, my hand can’t quite wrap around the entire length.
“Harder,” Julian grunts, his hand tightening over mine, and I squeeze a little harder, my pulse pounding in my ears. Mesmerized by the movements, I watch as Julian thrusts his hips forward like he’s fucking someone.
Like this, given over to the pleasure, he looks more animal than human.
“Faster. I need it fast and hard.”
His growl is animalistic, and it frightens me, but it’s nothing compared to the way he clamps down on my hand, squeezing so hard I wince. His touch is bruising and pain lances across my hand.