Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
My fingers push my folds wide and quickly, gasping and then grunting as I feel just how easily one and then two of my own fingers circle my wet, quivering hole roughly. My little nub is so stiff I’m almost afraid of touching it. A single brush from the fabric of my panties sends a shock wave of the feeling Mark gives me right to my toes and back up to the top of my head.
Oh, fuck… I’m gonna… I’m…
What’s happening?
Whatever it is, I feel possessed by it, and looking at Mark isn’t slowing down my need to take this feeling to the end. I can feel it boiling over inside me. I try to keep quiet, biting down on my lower lip and whining like an animal. When suddenly, Mark turns, his eyes like lasers as they focus directly on mine through the lens.
I gasp again, but seeing his dark, smoldering eyes as I’m clumsily pleasuring myself through sodden panties is too much. I try to stop it, but he smiles, even giving a little wave as he shifts himself so I can see his erection. His expression shifts to one that matches mine as he pumps his member harder and faster, knowing I can see everything.
It’s too much. I’m done. My whole body shudders, and I feel a rush of heat flooding my whole mound. My fingers instantly think with my essence. Wave after wave of explosive pleasure ripples through every part of me until I’m sure I’ll faint, but I don’t give into it. Not with Mark down there and me up here.
I can’t even focus on the room again before my climax has ended, or maybe it’s only just started? Either way, it’s like a line from his body speaking directly to mine.
Calling me… pulling me to the beach. Pulling me to him. Making my teeth chatter with need by the time I feel sand under my feet.
My mind reels as I watch Mark emerge from the water. He’s larger than life and definitely pleased to see me now.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Mark
I didn’t know what else to do. If I can’t even kiss her in my own goddamned house?
The only thing I can do to stop myself from doing something insanely stupid is to give her space. Let her talk to her dad. Me, I’ve got a ton of other things I could do instead of hoping the perfect girl half my age is gonna fall to her knees in front of me, begging to be fucked like I know I want to with her. It’s a feeling that should dissipate the longer I’m apart from her, but it only gets worse… or better, depending on how I wanna rate my need for her right now.
I go through the motions of some business calls, gathering enough pluck even to show my face to wish her goodnight, but I know I’m a doomed man. I’ll never sleep again, knowing just how close I came to pressing my lips on hers.
Sensing her moving through the house downstairs before she turns in, I wonder if she feels the same. I wonder if she’s lying in the dark, staring up at the ceiling, unable to think or even feel anything except how badly I need her right now. Replaying it over and over in my mind won’t do anything. I’m a man of action. I get what I want when I want it, but without her wanting it the same?
The thought makes me wanna dry-heave. I toss and turn for hours, finally feeling like this must be what it’s like to actually go insane. I end up doing the only thing I know will help take my mind off things—moving. Swimming, to be exact. The private beach and lukewarm water are my usual nightcap this time of year, but with Mel here…
Well, until now, I thought swimming in the buff might not be a wise idea. The thought of her seeing me, if she’s still awake, is enough to convince me it’s better than lying in bed waiting for the sun to come up, wondering the same things.
I make my way pretty noisily out of the house and down to the water. Something in me senses that Melissa’s not only awake but watching me from the house, apparently from my bedroom.
My all-day hard-on twitches extra hard when I spot her spying on me, and my vow not to finish myself off flies out the window faster than my thick hand running over my engorged cock, harder than steel and all of it for her.
I make sure to give her an eyeful, knowing that if she’s prepared to spy on me, she can see exactly what she’s been doing to me all this time. What better way to tell her how I feel than to show her? And like a thousand wishes granted, she’s not content to look from a distance.