Total pages in book: 187
Estimated words: 184867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 924(@200wpm)___ 739(@250wpm)___ 616(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 184867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 924(@200wpm)___ 739(@250wpm)___ 616(@300wpm)
Insane with anger.
Insane with a lust I don’t want.
Insane with the idea of bringing my own fingers down my body until I can feel the thrumming of my heart right down there between my legs.
Caleb
When I turn to look again, there she is, lying in her bed like a porcelain doll.
Her curtains are closed, but a small sliver remains open. Enough for me to peek through. She’s wearing a long-sleeved black nightgown, but her neck and legs are still exposed.
Her hands start to touch her breasts, and I’m completely mesmerized. My lips slowly part as she squeezes and tightens her own nipples right through the fabric.
I’m rarely affected by women, yet …
I instantly harden.
Her hand slips down her nightgown, all the way between her legs, and when she rubs herself, I suck in a breath.
She’s touching herself right in front of me, and she doesn’t even realize she’s being watched.
A slow, decrepit smirk spreads on my lips as my tongue darts out to wet them while my pants get tighter and tighter from the growing bulge. I don’t know why it gets me going, but it does, and I can’t get enough.
She keeps going, rubbing herself right through the fabric of her nightgown, and fuck me, I want nothing more than to open this window and crawl in to help her out.
But that would never happen without her squealing for help. And then I’d lose my chance at watching this sexy show.
Instead, I bring my hand down too and start rubbing myself straight through my pants. I get even harder at the thought of her watching me too.
But she doesn’t know I’m here. Doesn’t pay attention to anything except those fingers rolling around, faster and faster, her breaths coming out in short gasps. The sounds she makes are like music to my ears, and my shaft strains against my pants, so I unzip and pull it out.
She won’t see me here. Her eyes are closed, and she’s too busy pleasuring herself to even notice someone watching her. Yearning for her. Getting turned on by her.
God, I never imagined myself doing this, let alone because of a woman, but here I am, pleasuring myself all because of a honeydew-looking girl playing with herself.
I groan with excitement as I jerk off in the dark of night, my heart rate shooting up from the idea that someone could catch me here. The sliver I peek through is like taking a quick glance into heaven itself, and I can’t get enough of watching her squirm on her bed, of seeing her get closer and closer to the edge.
Small puffs of air leave her puckered lips, and her moans get louder and louder. My hand follows her movements, quickening the pace as my tip begins to drip with pre-cum.
If she looks this way, I’m screwed, but I don’t even care anymore.
I’m playing with fire, knowing full well what kind of inferno it could unleash, but I can’t stop.
Fuck, I need her to continue. Need to watch her writhe on that bed from her own damn hands, wishing she was writhing onto mine.
I jerk off faster and faster while she circles her slit right through the nightgown.
I wonder what she’s thinking of, if it’s Ares who got her so hot and bothered, if she’s imagining his hands all over her, almost like he’s touching me too through her.
Somehow, the thought only gets me harder, the veins in my shaft pumping with vigor.
I can’t hold it any longer.
Groaning, I release myself, cum shooting out against the window, covering every inch.
By the time I’m spent, she’s stopped wriggling her fingers, and I peer inside, panting heavily.
Why did she stop?
Crystal
Shit.
I can’t do it.
I tried. I tried so hard. Back, forth, left, circular motions, everything.
None of it worked to get me to a climax.
My breaths come in short gasps from the unkempt desire, yet I can’t get off.
Why?
Why can’t I do it?
I’m doing everything I always do, yet … all I can think of is how Ares touched me down there and how my fingers can’t even come close to what he did.
I should not be thinking about him, yet that’s exactly what I’m doing because I can’t come any more thanks to him.
I grab the pillow again and scream into the void.
CRACK!
A loud bang against metal pulls me from my thoughts, and I tear the pillow away.
What was that?
I get up from my bed and stare wide-eyed at the window.
Is there … someone out there?
Swallowing, I walk up to the window and shove it open wide, but I don’t see anyone out there in the dark. Only one streetlight is on, but I don’t see anyone walking around. Maybe it was the wind blowing off some twigs from the trees around the house. Yes, that must’ve been it.
My eyes travel down to the fire escape next to my window to find a few translucent droplets on the railing, and I rub it off, rubbing the droplets between my fingers.