Total pages in book: 210
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
My mind imagines that it’s Tyler leaning over me, pushing into me slowly. Then pulling out, teasing me deliciously, torturously, erotically.
My breath hitches. Fuck.
“Don’t let me stop you.”
I stop at his voice filtering through the room.
No. Surely not.
I open my eyes and look toward the door. He’s standing there, exactly like in my imagination with his hand around his cock.
“I mean it. Don’t let me stop you,” he repeats huskily. “Tell me though, babe. Are you thinking of me?”
Everything in me responds to his words—my heart, my chest, my stomach.
“Yes,” I whisper, pulling my vibrator out of me and pushing it back again.
“Good. Now I’m going to talk to you. I’m going to tell you exactly what to think. No, don’t stop what you’re doing. Are we clear?”
“Crystal,” I gasp.
“Perfect. Do you want to know what I’m doing? Do you want to know everything?”
I gasp again as the vibrator hits the tender spot inside me. “Yes.”
“Okay.” His harsh breathing fills the room with mine. “I’m holding myself, Liv. My hand is wrapped so fucking tightly around my cock and tugging it so hard at the sight of you fucking yourself with that. You thinking about me, babe?”
“Yes.”
“What are you thinking?”
I moan. “I’m thinking you’d feel good inside me. I’m thinking you’d fill me better than this vibrator, that you’d make me come harder. Your hand against me would be better than my own. I’m thinking you’d fuck me harder than I could ever with this.”
“Good,” he grunts. “’Cause I’m thinking you’ve been particularly bad actually using this vibrator. Surely you know by now the only thing allowed in that gorgeous pussy is me?”
“I don’t… I can’t…” Pleasure ripples through me.
Fuck, he’s watching me. He’s actually watching me fuck myself with a vibrator and he’s getting himself off in the process.
“Come for me, baby. Imagine it’s me burying myself deep inside you. Imagine it’s my cock inside of you and my thumb rubbing your clit. Imagine how I kiss your neck and rock my hips until your tight cunt is clenching and coming all over my hard cock.”
It’s all I can feel. It’s a phantom feeling. Him over me. The bed dipping. His mouth swallowing my cries.
It’s not.
It’s him. Real and tangible, leaning over me, his hand still working his cock. His mouth covers mine, hot and desperate and demanding. His tongue sweeps my mouth without him pausing, and it takes him seconds to pull the vibrator from my hand.
He enters me, hard and hot. He fills me in the way I dreamed of only minutes ago. His hands grasp my wrists and pin them above my head on the pillow. My nails dig into his hands. I want to hold him. Feel him.
Two hands switches to one, and only one of his hands is holding me. His hand ghosts down my body to my clit, his breath across my ear.
“Did you miss me? Did you need me like I knew you would?”
I dig my nails farther into him.
“You have no idea how fucking sexy you looked fucking your vibrator. I wanted in you the second I saw it.” He pushes inside me. “Now, though? Now I’m inside you. Do you feel the difference? Of me and that vibrator?”
I moan a yes, tilting my hips into him. He drives deeper into me, this feeling so real. His thumb circles my clit, and ripples of pleasure take over my body. They consume me, one by one, until I come. I bite down onto Tyler’s shoulder, squeezing his cock inside me. My name is a growl as he finds his own release and spills inside me.
He releases my hands and I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him to me.
“What are you doing here?” I whisper.
“I came to surprise you.”
“Well, you did that, all right.”
He laughs and pushes himself up on his elbows. He looks at me with tired yet happy eyes. “It’s mutual, babe. I can’t say I was actually expecting you to use your vibrator.”
My lips tug into a small smile. “You should know by now that I’m good at following orders.”
“If I didn’t before, I do now.” He drops a soft kiss to my lips and pulls out of me before walking in the direction of the bathroom.
“How did you know where I’m staying?” I call after him.
He grins, coming out of the bathroom. “When your cousin is the boss of the company your…girlfriend who isn’t really a girlfriend…works with, you can find out anything.” He winks.
My smile grows at his use of “girlfriend who isn’t really a girlfriend.” That’s a pretty good definition of our relationship that isn’t really a relationship—one that’s a comfortable middle ground for us both.
“That figures.” I fake a sigh and stand up. My legs shake, causing my knees to almost give way. I sit back down and grab the cloth from Tyler.