Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
I pumped my dick harder and faster, my hips moving in the opposite direction of my hand. Seeing her every move effortlessly through my dark, dilated, hooded gaze.
“Christ…” I groaned out a little too loudly on the edge of coming, but not quite there yet.
My chest was rising and falling with each drive of my hand, stroking my dick to the sight of her. I was getting harder and harder, the bulging head of my dick a bright fucking purple to the point of pain. I wanted to come so hard.
My eyes widened.
My breathing hitched.
My entire body shook.
She lay on her back, pulling her legs back toward her head, giving me the perfect sight of her pussy. The thin fabric of her see-through bikini made it easy to see everything.
It was the view I wanted.
Needed.
Craved.
Was her cunt in my face.
“Fuck…”
I bit my lower lip and came so fucking hard that I saw stars from an intense orgasm before I let out a long, deep breath, rasping, “I’m so fucked.”
Hazel
A familiar heavy presence filled my lungs, making it hard to breathe. Every emotion possible suddenly makes itself known throughout my body.
Ledger?
I subconsciously glanced up toward his bedroom balcony, thinking I saw him. Quickly noticing I did. Except I didn’t expect he’d be watching me.
Was he?
I could only see a shadowy figure for a few seconds before it disappeared like he was hiding in the back against the wall next to the glass doors.
What is he doing?
My heart pounded out of my chest, and my mind ran wild. Every fiber of my being told me that’s what he was doing, and the thought alone made me wet. Stirring a tingle between my thighs and in the core of my stomach. Now, the thought alone sent my overly sex-derived hormones into a sexual frenzy, thinking he was watching me.
The mere thought quickly took over my reasoning, and after I was done with my yoga, I went to the pool bathroom to shower and relieve this wicked ache in my pussy that only intensified with each passing second.
Ledger wasn’t lying about pregnant women being extra horny. I’d never been hornier in all my life. All I could think about was sex, and I hadn’t been with anyone since Ledger.
I threw off my bathing suit and turned on the shower as I stepped into the porcelain enclosure with the worst echo off the walls. Placing one of my hands on the tile, I glided the other down to where I wanted them the most.
I gave in to the temptation and allowed my imagination to take over. My fingers moved of their own accord, sliding across my hard nipples, calling out to be touched. I rolled them between my fingers, flicking and pinching the small pebbles just enough to set my body on fire.
I pictured Ledger watching me through bright green eyes. The eyes I couldn’t get enough of. The tip of my tongue licked my dry lips, envisioning the way he stared at me as my ass was in the air for him.
With one hand kneading my breast, I slid the other slowly toward my belly button and down toward the top of my pussy. Caressing the lining of my soft, bare folds.
I was soaking wet.
For him.
I touched my clit, manipulating the bundle of nerves harder, faster, and with more urgency. I moaned, arching my head back. I closed my eyes, visualizing the way he might have felt, the way I may have turned him on.
Moving my fingers from my clit to the opening of my pussy, I pushed my middle finger in, adding my index finger shortly after. Easing in and out of my tight hole, I breathed heavier the closer I got to my climax.
I don’t know when things took a drastic turn, but as I glided my fingers back to my clit, swaying my hips, I imagined I was riding his cock.
“Oh God,” I panted, picturing his face as his dick slid in and out of me.
I swallowed hard, taking a deep, heady breath. Spreading my thighs wider, I hissed upon contact with my clit yet again. All the nerve endings on my nub were on high alert from my assault.
My eyes were half closed, my legs trembled the closer I got to just letting go, with the images of him touching me, caressing me, making me come…
I did.
Panting out, “Ledger…”
I came so hard I got light-headed and had to lean my forehead against the cool ceramic for support. I had to catch my bearings before I left the bathroom because there was no way in hell I’d let him see me like this. It was written clearly across my face, so there’d be no hiding it from him.
Not for one second.
He knew me too well.
I was quickly learning that there was no hiding from Ledger Beckham. At times, it felt like he knew me more than I knew myself, and we hadn’t seen each other for ten years up until a month ago. It was confusing and afflicting all at once.