Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
“Right,” she replied and went to get the urinal.
I watched as she got the other supplies. When she slipped the rubber gloves on, it made me fucking angry. She was worried about touching my dick? She’d had it shoved down her throat more times than I could count.
She walked over to me and pulled back the covers to find me naked. She gasped and turned her head away. That was funny as fuck, but those damn gloves kept me from laughing.
“You’re gonna have to look at my dick in order to help me,” I taunted her.
She nodded. “Yes, right. I just, uh …” Then, she picked up the urinal and started to slip it into place.
My semi was starting to grow with her this close. “Gonna need to help my dick out. Seems to have other ideas.”
Her eyes flew up to meet mine, and I smirked. She dropped her gaze back down to the situation at hand and took a deep breath. When she started to reach for my cock, I snapped and grabbed her hand.
“I’ll do it,” I snarled, grabbing and positioning it.
Her small gasp was distracting. I clenched my teeth and thought of anything but her. She was making this harder than it needed to be, just by standing there. My dick was wanting to do other things. Like sink into her mouth.
STOP! I closed my eyes and managed to shove her out of my head.
When the flow finally started, I was relieved.
I opened my eyes and watched her when I was finished. She took a wet cloth and wiped between my legs, then paused, glancing up at me, as if to question if she was supposed to clean my dick. I snatched the cloth from her and cleaned myself while keeping my gaze locked on her.
“Done,” I said, handing her the cloth.
She pulled the covers back up, but she didn’t miss the fact that my cock was hardening. I’d done this shit to myself. I was a sick bastard for even wanting her to do it, but she made me unhinged.
“It’s a dick, Shiloh. When a female looks at it like that, it’s gonna get hard.”
She wasn’t fucking special.
“You got a pussy and a mouth. That’s all a man cares about.”
She went to the bathroom to flush my piss. I glared at the ceiling. What next? I’d fucking texted her, had her help me piss. How much more of her being near me could I take before I did something really fucking stupid?
When she walked back into the room, I didn’t look at her. I closed my eyes and tried like hell to shove her out of my thoughts. My cock was throbbing, and I was gonna need relief. I’d tried jacking off last night, but that had hurt my chest and ribs too bad.
“Hand me my phone.” The tension in my voice made it sound like a growl.
Shiloh jumped up and got my phone, then brought it to me. I snatched it from her hand and didn’t look to see her reaction. I wasn’t gonna look at her any more today.
I sent a text to Destiny, a stripper at one of the clubs we visited. We’d all used her many times. She came with no strings or drama. We enjoyed fucking her, and in return, when she needed her ass spanked with a belt, we did that for her. It was some fucked up fetish she required every week or so. Seemed weird at first, but I liked spanking the shit out of her, and so did Levi.
Her text came back almost immediately.
Be there soon.
I might have her suck me off a few times before she left. Get this shit with Shiloh under control. I was horny because I hadn’t gotten off in three days. That was all this was about. Shiloh had been the only female around. Destiny would get my head cleared.
Closing my eyes again, I managed to drift off.
“You got company.” Huck’s voice woke me up, and I turned to see Destiny behind him, smiling at me from the doorway. “Did you ask the nurse if this is safe?”
I could see the smirk he was trying to hide from Shiloh.
“Shiloh, the lovely Destiny is going to suck my dick. Is it okay if I come?” I asked her sarcastically.
There was silence for a moment, and I turned my head to look at her.
She was wide-eyed as she nodded. “Uh, yes, um, that’s okay. I, uh … you, uh, shouldn’t put any pressure on your chest, but, uh, yeah.” She finished stammering and looked at Huck. “I’ll just go to the kitchen.” Her words were rushed before she exited the room, only pausing to say, “Excuse me,” softly to Destiny so she could get by.
Huck shook his head. “Fucked up son of a bitch,” he said to me, then turned to leave the room.