Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 87961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
I open one of the drawers in the vanity and rummage through, grabbing a toothbrush. I run it under the water, slather some toothpaste on it, and hand it to her. “Is this what it’s like to have a kid?” I groan. “Damn. Here. Brush your teeth too.”
She takes it from me, swaying back and forth while attempting to flash me a scathing look. It’s more of a drunken squint. She holds the toothbrush in her hand and stares at it like she has no clue how to fucking use it.
I wave my hands at her like a fucking orchestra conductor trying to teach a bunch of idiots to play Bach. “Aaaand brush…”
“Why are you still here?” she moans. “I can brush my bloody teeth. Get out!”
“Just brush your teeth, Tor.” I walk to the toilet and pull out my cock to take a piss. As soon as the piss hits the water, she slowly turns her head, blue foam all over her lips.
Her eyes widen and her jaw drops. “What...are you doing?”
I step back farther from the toilet, still aiming the steady stream as I smile at her. “Taking a piss. See?” I shake it, then put the seat back down. “My bathroom. I piss when I feel like it. I’m going to bed.” I grin as I peel my clothes off, making my way to the bed and flopping down.
“You’re repulsive, you know that, right? I cannot believe you just got that thing out in front of me.”
I crumple the pillow up underneath my head. Will she ever shut the fuck up? “God!” I groan.
She stumbles into the room a few minutes later with her top wrapped around her neck and her arms in the air. Is she serious right now? I shouldn’t laugh, but fuck. She’s like a damn kid when she’s drunk. I sigh and get out of bed, yanking the top over her head.
“I had it,” she grumbles.
“Uh-huh. Looked like you had it.” I pull a t-shirt from my dresser and toss it at her before climbing back into bed. “And don’t worry. I’m not watching you.” I roll over, facing away from her, and hear her stomping around as she tries to get dressed. She’s mumbling to herself. God only knows what the hell she’s saying.
A few seconds later, the other side of the bed dips under her weight. I lean over and switch the lamp off, plunging the room into darkness. Within minutes her breathing evens out and becomes heavy and I’m…wide awake.
Every tiny movement she makes is magnified. I’m hyper-aware of her presence, and so is my dick. What the actual fuck have I done? I must be a masochistic fucker to sleep next to the woman that only hours ago had me so hard-up I slammed her against a tree, ready to shove my cock in her as she dry-humped me like a two-dollar hooker. She’s hot, plain and simple, and my dick seems to feel the need to remind me of this fact...often. The longer I think about having her against that tree, the harder I get. This is fucking ridiculous. My eyes trail over to her. I watch her chest rise and fall in deep swells, and I’ll be damned, every time those fuckers move, her tight little nipples poke through the thin undershirt she’s wearing. That sight makes my dick twitch like it’s going to explode.
I lay in the darkness, just staring at the ceiling. A few minutes ago I was dog tired, but now...now, sleep is the last thing on my mind. I reach down and rearrange my dick. Just that brief touch has my cock begging for more. Fuck this. I climb out of the bed, my boxers pitching a tent as I stumble toward the bathroom. I leave the door cracked just enough to see her. Fuck it if she wakes up. It’s her fault I have this hard-on.
I lean one hand against the wall, peeking out at her as I sneak my hand beneath the elastic of my boxers, fisting my hard cock. I imagine her thighs wrapped around my waist as I viciously grind my cock against her pussy. I can almost hear the little moans she makes, practically taste the tequila on her tongue. I run my thumb over the head and it glides over the drop of pre-cum. Fuck. I can only imagine how damn good it would feel to actually have my dick in her. I give myself one long stroke and immediately feel everything in me relax. Picking up the pace, I push off the wall, turning to lean my back against it as I reach down and grab my balls. I tug harder and faster, massaging my balls as I think about how damn good it felt having her all over me.