Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“You can with my help. Trust me?”
I nodded, then remembered he couldn’t see me. “Yes.”
“Then, do what I said.”
I tugged the shirt up and lay back, opening my legs. Just doing it because he had told me to made me so turned on that I might explode without touching myself.
“Okay. I did it.”
“Fuck, I wanna see it.” His voice was husky. “Will you let me?”
I swallowed hard. “You mean FaceTime?” I asked.
The phone rang, and I saw the FaceTime request from him. Oh God … could I do this? I accepted it, and then his face was there. He was shirtless and in a bed. No man on earth should look that good.
“That’s much better. I missed those pretty green eyes.”
I licked my bottom lip, not sure how this was supposed to work. “I’ve never done this.”
A wicked grin touched his face. “I know.”
Of course he knew. That had been a dumb thing for me to say. I was just nervous.
“Aspen, take off the shirt. I need to see your tits.”
Oh good Lord. I blinked several times as he waited for me. Okay, I could do this. I lay the phone down and pulled the shirt up and over my head. Dropping it beside me, I picked it back up again.
“Show me, baby.”
I held the phone back until my boobs were in clear view.
“Jesus Christ, sweetheart. Those hard little pink nipples belong in my mouth.”
Okay, yep. I was going to orgasm without even touching myself.
His breathing was getting heavy, and I noticed his arm was moving slowly. Was he … was he touching himself? I mean, I knew men did that, but was he doing that while looking at my boobs?
“I need to see how wet you are.” His voice sounded like warm honey.
“You … you want me to show you between my legs?” I asked, feeling my entire body blush at the thought of doing that.
“Fuck yes. I need to see that sweet pussy. Show it to me.”
Obeying, I moved the phone camera down my body until it was at the angle he needed. He hissed and muttered a curse.
“Good girl. Now, do you see that wooden box on my dresser?”
Confused, I moved the phone back to my face and looked over at the dresser. “Yes.”
“Go get it. Put it on the bed. There is a place on top of the box to stand a phone. Put the phone on there, then crawl back on the bed. I want to see all of you while I have you play.”
“Okay,” I whispered, not sure how I felt about this.
He’d never seen me completely naked, and I was going to be touching myself. I laid the phone down and went to get the box. I sat it up against the footboard and made sure it was secure, then took the phone and placed it in the spot he’d told me to.
Taking a deep breath, I moved back to the pillow I’d been propped up on.
“Fuck, sweetheart. I knew it was going to be good, but, damn, baby, your body is perfect. Open those legs. I want them wide open, like you’re ready for my face to be buried there.”
I gasped as my body clenched. It was almost an orgasm. My eyes went wide, and I looked back at his face on the screen.
“What is it, baby?”
I could see his arm moving still.
“I think I almost …” I bit my lower lip as my orgasm hovered right on the edge.
“Sweetheart, are you about to come?”
“I think so,” I panted.
“Don’t touch yourself yet. Just let me talk.”
I nodded. My hands gripped the covers beneath me tightly.
“I’m going to taste it when I get home. You’re going to get spread open for me, just like that, and that sweet cream I lick off my fingers, I’m going to suck it from your pussy.” He spoke his dirty words in a hoarse whisper. Like he was in my ear.
“I want to stick my tongue in that tight little hole and feel it squeeze me as I lick you. Sweetest pussy in the world. Damn, baby, you’ve got me so fucking hard.”
The spasm shook my body, and I cried out, jerking my hips as the orgasm hit me.
“Fuuuck,” his deep voice groaned.
I shuddered as more pleasure coursed through me. He let out a grunt, and I saw his mouth fall slightly open. His eyes glazed over as he looked at me. He had just gotten off. That look on his face. That was a face I had wanted to see before I even knew him. I had wanted to know how he looked when he got off. It was going to stay with me forever. God, he was sexy, even when he was coming.
“Touch it,” he rasped, sounding out of breath.
I slid my hand down to my wet folds and gasped. It was sensitive.