Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
I use some of the shampoo to lube it up and I lean back against the cool marble as I stroke myself. I imagine what it would be like to rub the tip of my cock through her folds and test to see if she’s ready. What sounds would she make if she sat on my face and let me lick her to climax?
My balls pull up tight against my body as my shaft grows tight. I’m so close to cumming with that thought alone that it will only take a few more pumps. I plant my feet just as I’m about to spurt, and the bathroom door flies open, and Allison stands there with wild eyes.
“What’s wrong?” I’m immediately on alert by the fear I see on her face.
“Do you not feel the turbulence?” She looks down at the hand on my cock, and she momentarily forgets why she came in here.
I must have been so distracted jerking off that I didn’t notice the plane rocking. But she’s here now, and I’m so fucking close I have to finish. Without thinking, I thrust my hips into my tight fist, and her mouth falls open. I imagine what she could do to me with that mouth, and I grunt as I thrust again.
I pretend my hand is her pussy as I thrust into it and use my other hand to press against the glass and hold myself up. She’s frozen in place as I keep thrusting into the hole I’ve made with my fist and moan with each stroke.
“Magnus,” she whispers, but she might as well have screamed it in the quiet space.
“Give me something to look at.” I raise my chin for her to take off the dress, and she only hesitates for a second before she whips it off.
Her bare breasts are full, and her nipples are tight as they bounce free of her dress. She’s only wearing a sheer thong, and I want to rip it away with my teeth.
“Show me,” I bark, nodding to her panties as I thrust into my fist.
She takes in a shaky breath and moves her panties to the side, letting me see her pretty pink lips.
“Perfection.”
Her cheeks are flushed, but I see the way she’s arching her back like she’s trying to get closer. She likes the way I’m looking at her as I pleasure myself, and the sight of it is too much.
I nearly roar my release as I pump one last time and give over to my need. My cum splashes against the glass and all over my hands, but she doesn’t take her eyes off of me. In fact, she looks fascinated as I roughly stroke myself until the last of my pleasure fades.
I grab the soap and run it over my hairy chest as I quickly clean myself. Now that I’ve taken care of the first release, I can control myself enough to be in the same bed as her.
“Come here,” I demand, and for a second I think she’s going to say no. But curiosity gets the better of her, and before she can pull away, I jerk her into the shower with me.
“Wait, I don’t know if I’m—”
“I’m only cleaning you,” I say softly to ease her fears. My cock is still urgent between my legs, but it’s manageable at the moment. “I meant what I said about washing away that other man's touch.”
“It was just a dance.” Her breath catches on the last word as I strip off her thong and toss it on the floor of the shower.
“No man will ever touch you again.” I kneel down in front of her and use the extra showerhead to rinse off her body. When I look up and meet her eyes, her brows are pulled together in confusion. “You are my bride, and I’m finding out that I’m a very jealous man.”
“You don’t say.” Her tone is dry, and it makes me smile.
“I’m finding out a lot of new things when it comes to you, love.”
Chapter 5
Allison
I stare down at Magnus as he takes his time cleaning me. His touch is gentle as he makes sure he doesn't miss a spot. When he stands, he turns me around and keeps going. I close my eyes, and the feeling of being taken care of feels too good.
Magnus taunts me with his words of what life would be like if we were married. I don’t know if I should trust him, because it sounds too good to be true. This rich and powerful man wants me, but I can’t figure out why.
He’s handsome beyond belief and wants to make me a freaking princess, or is it a queen? Either way, isn't that what most girls dream about? I wouldn't know because I never allowed myself to dream. I’ve spent so much of my life only thinking about the here and now that the idea of a happily ever after never came into play.