Enemies with Benefits (A Real Man #27) Read Online Jenika Snow

Categories Genre: Erotic, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: A Real Man Series by Jenika Snow
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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
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I didn’t think too much about it as I reached out and unzipped my jeans, flipped the button open, and reached between my legs to pull out my thick, throbbing cock. A slow and deep groan spilled from me at the first touch of my palm wrapped around my dick, of the instant those filthy images of Delilah slammed into my head.

God, I felt a little dirty, kind of pervy for the dirty thoughts running rampant through my brain.

Delilah standing before me in nothing but this little white dress, so sheer I could clearly see she wasn’t wearing a bra.

I gripped my hand around my shaft even harder, my breaths leaving me harshly.

I’d tell her to strip for me as I stroked myself, and she’d like that order; she’d fucking love watching me jerk off because of her. And she’d slowly let the straps of the dress fall down her shoulders before the material slipped from her body.

“Fuck,” I groaned into the darkness, my eyes closed tightly, the images so clear in my head.

She’d be pantiless, her tits on full display, those perfect handful-sized mounds causing my cock to seep pre-cum like a motherfucker. Fuck, her pussy would be on display, the slit visible, her inner thighs glossy from her cream, because she’d be that worked up for me.

I started to really jerk off then, picturing me laying her out on this very bed, spreading her thighs, and looking my fill of her pretty pussy. I’d smooth my hands down her inner legs, up and down, inching closer to the spot I knew she’d ache for me the most. And when she couldn’t take it anymore, when she was begging for more, I’d touch her pussy, stroke her clit, and make her come for me.

“Christ.” I gritted my teeth as pleasure slammed into me so hard it was like I’d been kicked in the gut. It stole my breath.

Delilah would be so needy for me, her pussy soaked, but I wouldn’t let up. I wanted everything from her. I’d give her so much she couldn’t even think straight, let alone walk the next day.

My entire body tightened as pleasure moved through it, starting at the base of my spine and staying there like I’d just gotten knocked the fuck out.

I stroked my cock faster, squeezing the length hard and breathing out fiercely.

Fuck.

I was breathing so damn hard at this point, my orgasm inevitable in the next few seconds. And it was on those final pumps that I pictured aligning the tip of my dick with her little pussy hole and slamming in deep.

I groaned low as my organs rose up. My balls tightened and my abs clenched. Every muscle in my body was taut. I came long and hard, knowing I was getting cum all over my shirt and jeans, but I didn’t fucking care. I wanted these thick ropes on Delilah, if I were being honest. And then I’d rub that in and mark her as mine.

That thought and image had me groaning again as my orgasm seemed to go on for long moments.

When I was finally able to breathe again, I let go of my semi-hard cock and opened my eyes, staring at the ceiling as I felt my pulse pound in my ears. I pushed myself up and looked down at the fucking mess I made, making a disgruntled noise in the back of my throat.

I’m such a dirty fucker.

I was tired of jerking off thinking about Delilah. I wanted the real thing. I didn’t just want her under me, moaning my name as I made her come. I wanted everyone to know she was my girl.

I wanted everyone to know she was mine.

3

Delilah

I couldn’t focus, not since last night after the little interaction with Mal, not since he complimented me in a way that had my body heated so badly I had to take a cold shower.

I sat in my seat in class and chewed on the end of my pen as I stared at the teacher. His mouth was moving, but I had no idea what he was saying. I was ready to get out of here, ready for the last class of the day to be done so I could… what? Go home and think about Mal instead of doing it here?

I groaned internally, frustrated that he consumed my thoughts. But in all fairness, he had that effect on me well before last night. It was just so much worse now, because the way he looked at me when he told me I was so pretty when I was annoyed at him shouldn’t have turned me on like it had.

And I was still turned on.

My cell vibrated, and I pulled it out of my pocket. A text from my brother popped up.

Aiden: Sorry, D. Work called and asked if I can come in earlier. Anyone else able to bring you home?


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