Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Only, we’d be in the living room instead of the bathroom like I am now. I’d sit in the chair near the floor-to-ceiling windows. She’d lose her clothes, every last bit of them, and I’d divest myself of my tie, button-down shirt, and undershirt before pulling my belt through the loops. Meanwhile, Letty would stay where she is, waiting for my next command. I’d make her wait, watching as I undo the button and zipper of my pants, pulling the fabric out of the way in order for me to drag my cock out and into the open.
My hand slowly pulls on my length. The grip tightens with each pass I make, using the water to help guide me, wishing like hell it were Letty’s mouth instead.
I’d tell her to drop to her knees and crawl to her daddy. My only worry about ever bringing up the fact that I like what I like is that I’m ninety-nine percent sure Letitia Barnes has never been touched. I’m visualizing her all the fucking same. She’s on her hands and knees, her breasts swaying with each movement, her hips doing much the same. My nostrils flare, and my speed picks up, knowing that I’ll be the first one to have her, to sink my cock into her mouth, her pussy, and her ass.
“Fuck, Letty, just like that. Taste me with your sweet tongue. Show me the cum you licked from the tip.” In my mind, she’s already in front of my spread thighs, hands gripping the tops of my thighs, waiting for me to continue giving her directions. My eyes close as I try to hold back and prolong the feeling of my impending orgasm. The more I think about all the things I want to do to Letty, the harder it is to hold back. My hand bangs on the wall, and my knees threaten to buckle when I guide her to take more of my length. The back of her throat convulses, her eyes water with tears, her cheeks turn a rosy shade, and the way I lift my hips to keep up is only making her a dirty fucking mess.
I’m about to pinch the tip of my dick when my eyes open. I don’t dare turn my head to see if Letty was brave enough to join me, and the reason for that is because I’d rather she not leave. Then there’s the fact that I don’t want to look in case she isn’t there. It’s a double-edged sword. I keep up my pace, tightening my grip, twisting my wrist, and thinking about Letitia. My kitten’s claws come out, nails digging into the flesh of my skin. I bury my fingers in her hair, holding her while I empty every last bit of come from my balls. The good girl she is doesn’t waste a drop, swallowing it all before licking any remains that could be left behind.
“Letty.” Her name slides from my mouth in a roar. My body locks up, head tipping back, and my jaw tenses so hard I’m nearly grinding my fucking teeth. I let my shaft go, and spurts of come jet out of my body. My other hand goes to the tile, helping me keep my balance so I don’t land on my ass. I groan while my body becomes depleted of all energy. I stay where I’m at, eyes open but looking downward. The shadow near the door is the only thing keeping me in place. And wouldn’t you know it, my cock flexes, coming back to life as if I didn’t just have an orgasm.
I take a deep breath to regain a semblance of strength, and once I think I’m good, I go about washing myself up. A few pumps of bodywash, and I put on another performance for Letty. My hands slide along my wet skin, working along my shoulders, chest, and abdomen. The minute I go to work on my cock, I'm more than tempted to tug one last time, hoping like hell he’ll get the message to calm down, though he probably won’t.
Anytime I come home after Letty has been in the house, the first thing I do is wrap my hand around my dick. Her scent lingers, and I look for any little thing she’s left in her wake. The hair scrunchie is one item, and it’s in my nightstand drawer. I’m not ashamed to admit that I’ve taken it out more than one time, brought it to my nose trying to chase the way she smells, yet it’s all but gone.
“One day. One fucking day,” I say under my breath, thinking about how it’ll be more than an inconsequential item. It’s either that, or I’ll have to manage to steal a pair of her panties, and that might prove to be somewhat difficult.