Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Instead of leaving the bathroom in my robe and slippers like I normally do, I wrap a threadbare towel around my body. It’s sheer with holes in several places. It’s also too small and barely wraps around me. It was meant to go in the scraps pile, to be used as a cleaning rag. But this is a far better use.
When I walk, the material gaps and creates a tantalizing view of my figure. At least, I hope it’s tantalizing enough to encourage a certain mountain man to make his move. Just the thought that he’s watching me somewhere out in the forest right now makes me wetter between my thighs.
I move around my bedroom, puttering around and making sure to bend low as I put things away. If he’s watching, he’s catching the view down my towel to my full breasts.
I want to give Ace a show that he’ll never forget. I want the image of my naked body burned into his brain.
The entire time I pretend to straighten my bedroom, I’m aware of how sensitive my body is. My nipples are hard points beneath the sheer cotton, my thighs are tingling, and my clit is pulsing.
I’ve been at this game for over twenty minutes, and there’s still no indication that Ace is paying any attention to me.
With a frustrated groan, I flop back on my bed and reach for my nightstand. I pull out my favorite vibrator, the one I bought after Ace showed up at the hardware store and ran off Cody.
That night, I had to have something between my legs. Something that would let me close my eyes and pretend it was his big cock ramming deep into my body.
Grabbing it, I flick the toy on. This is the part of the night when I normally go beneath the covers, burrowing deep into the warmth. But tonight, I don’t. I spread my legs wide. I put my feet flat on the bed, my pussy pointed straight at the window.
I flick the device on the lowest setting. I’ve only managed an inch inside of my sopping wet channel when my phone rings out. The sound startles me, and I drop my vibrator next to my nightstand. I curse and reach for the toy then I see Ace’s name on my phone.
It’s him. He’s the one that’s calling me.
My mouth goes dry, and my heart thuds.
I reach for the phone and answer the call, but I don’t say a word.
“Close your blinds.” His words are a gritty command. He is a man on the edge, desperately clinging to what little control he has.
The realization gives me a boost of confidence. As I suspected, this isn’t one-sided. He wants me too, even if he can’t admit it.
“Maybe I want to be watched,” I answer in a breathy tone and grab for my vibrator. I position it at my entrance. “Maybe that makes me even wetter.”
Ace roars on the other end of the phone. “Any creep could see you.”
“Then he’d probably see this,” I answer as I push the silicone toy in deep. I groan as it stretches me, imagining that it’s him. He’s the one that’s inside of me. He’s thrusting and pumping, sweat clinging to his forehead. He’s taking care of me, filling me up.
I moan his name.
There’s another snarl on the end of the phone and then the sound of a zipper. His zipper. He’s taking it out, clutching his massive cock.
“It’s so big,” I imagine that he’s tugging on it, showing me what he’s about to shove deep into my body. “So hard.”
“That’s right. It’s big and hard for you. You made me this way, and now you’ll pay for that,” Ace grunts.
I whimper at his dirty words.
“Touch those titties,” he commands.
I don’t have to be told twice. Not when he’s talking in that low, raspy voice of his, issuing commands like he owns my body. With one hand, I cup my breast, massaging the aching globe. I pinch my nipple, not sure which of us I’m tormenting more.
It’s not enough. I want him.
“I need…something,” I whimper.
“I know what you need. You need my cock, making you scream. I’ll thrust deep, give it to you so good. I’ll bend you over and take you from behind. Show you who’s in charge of that sweet little pussy.”
The image that fills my mind has me coming. It’s his name on my lips. But unlike every other time, I don’t try to whisper. I don’t try to be even a little bit quiet. I let myself go, enjoying the best orgasm of my life all because of my dad’s best friend and his filthy mouth.
5
MACKENZIE
“Are you okay? You seemed really out of it today,” Ginger tells me.
We’re leaving Gabby’s cabin where we have our dirty book club meeting. The women of Courage County gather frequently to discuss their favorite naughty reads. Normally, I’m a pretty active contributor to the conversations. I love smutty books and talking about them with my best friends. But I guess Ginger picked up on the fact that I wasn’t quite feeling up to it.