Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 133138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
“Listen to me, Princesse. I’m not losing anything. I’m gaining . . . you. I would burn the world to see you. You can hear it in my voice, see it in my eyes, and if you were here with me, you would hear it in the beating of my heart.”
“Or maybe feel your pulse in other places?” Her flirtiness has returned, and though she can’t see any more than what’s on the screen, which is my face, she looks down pointedly as though she can see lower . . . to my dick.
“Take your shirt off,” I order again, certain that she’ll be onboard with a bit of play now that we’ve addressed her concerns.
She holds the phone out, using one hand to awkwardly remove her camisole. Her full breasts fall free, lush and perky, with her nipples already standing proudly.
“Touch them. Pinch them.” As soon as her fingers make contact with the pink nubs, plucking them firmly, my cock hardens painfully.
I don’t bother with more than a couple of buttons before I pull my shirt over my head, taking my undershirt with it. Holding the phone out, I toe off my shoes, watching as Autumn’s jaw drops open on a soft moan. She squeezes and massages her breasts, playfully shaking them up and down as though she’s wrapping them around my cock.
“I have to be quiet,” she tells me. “My neighbors.”
I smirk, not giving a fuck about her neighbors or what they might hear. Hell, I want the whole entirety of Paris to hear Autumn screaming my name, hearing that I am hers and that I bring her pleasure.
I watch Autumn’s face as she roughly tugs on her nipples, twisting them sharply. “Can you suck yourself?” I ask. My breath catches when she shoots me a naughty look. And then she lifts her left nipple to her mouth and sucks, digging in with her teeth.
“My Princesse likes it rough,” I say. “Mon Dieu, you’re fucking sexy.”
I make quick work of undoing my pants, shoving them off and pulling my dick out. I give myself a slow stroke, angling the phone so she can see what she’s doing to me.
“Yeah, show me how you jack yourself,” Autumn says. I would almost believe she’s comfortable with the command, except then she bites her lip as though surprised those words passed her lips.
“You want to see me?” I tease. I recline on the couch, holding the phone up high so she gets a view down my abs to my dick as I stroke again and again.
“Fuck,” Autumn whispers.
“Take your bottoms off. Show me that pussy.”
The screen bounces wildly, showing me the bed, the ceiling, and flashes of Autumn as she rearranges herself on her bed. Her shorts and panties are gone and she sits with her knees bent.
“Look at me.”
She holds the phone between her knees, aimed at her sweet, silky soft pussy. She’s gleaming with desire, and I wish I could taste her essence.
“Close your eyes,” I rasp, my hand picking up speed. “Imagine me, my hands on your skin, pushing your thighs apart as I lower my mouth to your pussy. Show me.”
Autumn whimpers, her fingers sliding over her lips before spreading herself. She pushes two fingers inside, gathering her wetness and spreading it over her lips and clit before going back, pumping her fingers in and out of her hungry opening. She throws her head back and gasps for air. “Yes, Simon . . . yes, baby, God, you feel so good . . .”
She’s completely lost in the fantasy, two fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy deeply as she grinds the heel of her hand against her clit. My hand strokes up and down my shaft, my breath coming in rough bursts as her body shakes, her breasts quivering and flushing a deeper pink.
“Fuck me, Autumn. Feel me fucking you . . . driving deep into you, claiming you . . . making you mine forever,” I grunt, nearing my climax. Watching her pleasure herself is just too hot, and my hand loses the rhythm, moving uncontrollably as my balls churn.
I stare at the screen. “Come, Princesse.”
Autumn jams her free forearm in her mouth to stifle her climactic cry, and I explode, ropes of hot cream splattering on my chest as we come together.
We’re both panting, recovering slowly as our eyes lock. “I wish I were there to touch you,” I tell her hungrily.
“Holy fuck,” she finally says. “I don’t know if I could take any more.” Her smile is soft and satisfied, but . . .
“You could take more. Come more . . . if I were there. I can be there in minutes.” Even after just coming, I want her still. I will never tire of her and will always want her.
“No,” Autumn says, and my brows jump in surprise. “I’m done. It really has been a long day, and now I want to drift off into blissed-out sleep.”