Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 135378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Maybe she can ask her fucking Professor DeMarco about it, I think sourly.
The sourness doesn’t last, though.
It’s impossible not to get lulled into the peace of lying beside her in bed. She smells fucking fantastic. I don’t know what kind of scent she rubs on herself or soap she uses. I caught a faint whiff of it in the escape room and in the limo last night, but here, in her bedroom? It’s everywhere. I inhale the scent like a fucking addict, my eyes drifting closed and my fingers itching to reach out and touch her.
I want to press my lips to her skin and drink her in. I want to dive beneath the covers, between her pretty legs, and bury my face in her pussy. I want her to wake up flushed and confused and then be consumed by pleasure and happy I’m here.
Probably a long shot, so I don’t take things that far, but I can’t resist touching her.
My eyes have fully adjusted to the dark, so I can see her peaceful face as she sleeps. I can see the mounds of her lovely breasts somewhat flattened since she’s lying on her back, the pale blue cotton of her sleep shirt against her bare flesh.
A swatch of her stomach is exposed above the waistband of her shorts.
Her nipples are visible through the fabric and make my cock harden even though she’s fully dressed. She sleeps without a bra on, and the knowledge tempts me to slide a hand up under her shirt so I can feel the warmth of her tit pressed against my palm.
She’s not a light sleeper, thankfully.
Even though I know better, the tantalizing glimpses of her smooth skin entice me to rip open the tank top she’s sleeping in so she’s completely bare before me. I want to squeeze her flesh, taste it, too, but I know that would surely wake her up.
I try to satisfy myself with just a touch, lightly running my fingertips across her collarbone, then down her shoulder. I slide a hand down her bare arm and enjoy the peace of her sleeping and not fighting me for once.
I glance at her face to ensure she’s still sleeping soundly before I peel up the bottom of her shirt to expose more of her smooth stomach. My cock jerks at the mere sight of it.
Splitting my attention between her face and her torso, I carefully push my hand past the waistband of her navy-blue sleep shorts. The temptation is too much to bear, and I can’t stop myself from leaning over and leaving a soft kiss on her belly.
I want to leave much more than that.
A brand for all the world to see.
Seeing her in this vulnerable state, unaware and unable to defend herself from me, a dark idea passes through my mind.
I fucking like it, though.
I’m careful as I slide my hand between her thighs and palm her pussy through the fabric of her panties. She’s hot against my palm, and my cock instantly hardens with anticipation.
Carefully, I move the material aside and slide my finger against her entrance.
I’m tempted to draw off her shorts and panties, to lick that perfect pussy until it’s wet and ready for me, but I’m certain she wouldn’t sleep through that.
My cock throbs at the notion of her waking up with me inside her. Would she even bother to fight me at that point, or would she just let me do it?
I need her surrender. I need her to let me be inside her like I need to fucking breathe.
If I felt confident she’d stay sleeping until I could get firmly inside her, I think I’d do it.
I don’t want her to wake up and ruin this lovely session, though, so I don’t undress her. Instead, I carefully draw my hand out of her shorts and push a finger into my mouth, wetting it and then sliding it back between her thighs.
A faint noise escapes her when I push my wet finger into her pussy. Her tight heat around my finger alone is enough to turn my cock to molten fucking steel in my pants.
Needing relief, I use my other hand to push down my fitted sweats just enough to get my cock out. I palm it, closing my eyes and stifling a groan at the sensation of touching myself at the same time I’m touching her.
I rub her pussy gently, using a second finger to massage her clit. In her sleep, she moans, and the sound goes straight to my cock.
I stroke myself, imagining her hand wrapped around me instead of my own. Running my palm over the crown, I catch some precum on the end of my thumb, then I reach over and rub the salty cum on her exposed stomach. Seeing my seed on her soft belly makes my cock jump. I rub it in gently, barely resisting the urge to lean down and lick her.