Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Jessa steps inside. It’s a small, windowless room with a concrete floor. It’s furnished with a metal folding table and two cots on each side. There’s also an old, boxy TV in one corner, as well as a mini-fridge stocked with sodas and snacks. This place is awesome because actually, only Rob and I know about it. Everyone thinks it’s a supply closet of some sort.
Slowly, I shut the door as Jessa looks around. The fluorescent light is harsh, but she’s never looked more beautiful.
“So you come here to rest?” she asks in a soft voice.
“Very much so. And more,” I growl.
Her eyes flick to me and that warm chocolate gaze is too much.
“Honey,” I say in a low voice. “I’ve been thinking of you ever since last night. A lot.”
She blushes again, clasping her hands together.
“Me too,” she whispers. “It was so crazy what happened.”
“I know,” I say in a rough voice, seizing her gaze with my own. “But crazy in a good way. In fact, I woke up this morning and knew I had to see you again, so it’s good that you came by.”
She giggles.
“Or you would have broken down my door again?”
I shrug.
“Maybe. Things were starting to get desperate, let’s just put it that way.”
She giggles again, although her laugh is very breathy this time.
“So what are you going to do about it Mr. Nelson? After all, I think we’re way past introductions, aren’t we?”
And with that, the game is on. I can’t resist any longer. I have the gorgeous Jessa Miller alone, in a small room with the door locked. No one knows we’re here, and now, I’m going to sample her curves to my heart’s content.
With a low growl, I lean forward and kiss her, groaning as the scent of vanilla fills my senses. She moans into my mouth, and those small hands slide into my back pockets and squeeze my ass. My body jerks, and suddenly I pull away, an unfortunate moment of clarity overcoming me. “Do you have a condom, sweetheart? I’m not exactly prepared at this moment.”
Jessa shoots me a frown and my heart drops. But then she smiles again.
“Even with a roomful of supplies just outside?” she giggles. “But don’t worry,” the sweet girl whispers, pulling off her t-shirt to reveal enormous Double D breasts. “I don’t, but it’s okay because I’m on the pill. Plus, I’m clean, so there’s nothing to be afraid of.”
I stand mesmerized as the beautiful woman unzips her skirt and tosses it aside. Holy fuck, is this really happening? Because to my delight, Jessa Miller is standing before me, dressed in nothing but a tiny cherry red thong, ready to go.
7
Jessa
* * *
I can’t believe this is really happening. But in the back of my mind, I know I planned it just a tiny bit. After all, I don’t usually wear skimpy lingerie. If anything, granny panties and heavy-duty bras are my thing, but as I was getting dressed to come to the hospital, I pawed through my underwear drawer and came up with my current outfit: a tiny red thong with a string that disappears between my cheeks. It’s really not more than a postage stamp, and it makes me feel delightfully naughty.
Now, I’m so glad I wore it. Sam’s eyes are riveted on my curves and I shimmy my hips playfully.
“Are you ready, big boy? You want to have some fun?”
He lets out a low growl, those blue eyes flaring. Then, in a flurry, the EMT pulls off his uniform and kicks off his shoes, and—oh God, I was right. His body is incredibly beautiful. He has washboard abs, smooth, tan skin, a defined V leading down to his erect cock. I’ve seen my share of naked male bodies, but this? He’s every bit as cut as a Calvin Klein model.
God, this is a man.
I let out a whimper as I stare at the gorgeous EMT, my hand slipping in between my thighs on its own. He looks at me and I smile, biting my lip as I play with myself. His eyes drop to watch my fingers move under the small red thong, lazily sinking in and out of my pussy.
“You want to know something?” I purr as he begins to advance, stroking that massive cock like it’s an afterthought. “When you caught me touching myself the first time, I was thinking about you. Did you know that?”
That handsome smirk shows itself again.
“It wasn’t hard to guess. You were screaming my name, after all.”
My eyes go wide and my hand pauses.
“I was?”
He chuckles low in his chest.
“Yeah, and it went something like this: Saaaaam!!!!!!!! Fuck me pleaeeeeese!”
That gets a startled snort from me.
“No I didn’t!”
“Yes, you did,” he insists, a teasing smile on his lips, now only inches away from me. I feel like I’m drowning in those ocean-blue eyes, and the tips of my breasts rest gently in his chest hair. “But now, my sweet, it’s time for me to make you scream those exact words again.”