Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
“Three days?” I retort, shocked. “What?”
“I was saving it,” he confesses. “Wait, did you?”
“Um, yeah, I’m filled with hormones.”
“You played with yourself?” His eyes get darker, and he pulls me up to standing. “Show me.”
“What?” I ask him and he motions to the bed.
“Show me how you played with yourself.” My nipples tingle at his voice.
“I don’t have my toy here.” My hands go to my tights and I pull them off my hips, kicking off my shoes at the same time before I’m standing in front of him naked. “So I’ll just have to use my fingers.” I walk to him and get on my tippy-toes as I nip his jaw, my hand fisting his cock. “You going to come and stand beside the bed and watch?” I ask him, my hand jerking his cock. “So you can help me if I need it.” He lifts his hand to pinch my nipple and my head falls back. “Maybe I’ll get too loud and you’ll have to shove your cock in my mouth to keep me quiet.”
“Jesus fuck, Ari,” he hisses as I leave him and crawl onto the bed, moving my hand between my legs so he can see as I crawl to the pillows. “You can die from blue balls,” he informs me, looking up at the ceiling, and I see his Adam’s apple bob just as he swallows.
“I don’t think that’s true.” I turn on my back, propping myself on the pillow and placing my feet on the bed and opening my legs. “You going to come and help me?”
“No,” he says, kicking off his pants and then coming to the edge of the bed, his cock in his hand.
“I’m jealous,” I tell him and he looks at me as I run my finger down my stomach and over my clit, “you get to touch your cock.”
“If you think me standing here with your pussy on display and my face not buried in it isn’t torture, then you’re wrong.” He moves his hand over his cock. “Slide two fingers inside you,” he instructs me and I follow his lead, sliding my two middle fingers inside me and arching my back, “get yourself nice and wet for me.”
“Jaxon.” I move my fingers in and out of me.
“Tell me what you feel,” he directs and I look into his eyes.
“I feel tingly.” I pull my fingers out of me and then move them to my clit, where I rub it in circles a couple of times. “My nipples feel achy.”
“Like they need me to pinch them?” he asks, moving around the side of the bed.
“Yes,” I pant out as I slide my fingers back into me.
He puts one knee on the bed and I watch him. “How many times did you make yourself come?”
“Every day,” I admit to him, “especially in the morning.”
“You wake up with your pussy aching for me?” he quizzes me, stopping beside me, one hand still working his cock, the other coming to my nipple as he rolls it. I can’t help but close my eyes and moan. “You fuck yourself in your bed?”
“Yes,” I tell him, trying to make myself come, “and then sometimes in the shower.”
“Greedy,” he teases, his hand moving and then I feel it on my clit, moving it side to side. “I can’t stop myself from touching you,” he says as my wet fingers join him to play with my clit. “Going to have to fuck you in the morning when we wake up,” he declares before he moves his fingers down and slides two into me. “You’re soaking.” His voice is so thick. “I want to fuck you so bad.” His finger moves so fast in me it’s like the only string he was holding on to is snapped. “You want my cock to fill you?” he asks me and my hips move up to meet his thrust. “Pound into you over and over again?” His fingers rub over my G-spot. “Paint your pussy with my cum?”
He pulls his fingers out to my clit, rubbing it roughly as I moan out loudly. “Your pussy squeezes my fingers.” He moves his fingers up and down in me. “Strangles my cock.” His fingers curl on my G-spot and my hand moves to my clit. I’ve never felt this way before. “Every single time I’m in you, I can’t wait to get back inside you.”
“Jaxon,” I moan as he pulls out of me and moves to my clit again, this time going side to side. “I can’t take it.” He puts his fingers into his mouth to taste me and then rams two fingers back into me. It happens the minute he presses his fingers up, I’m gushing all over his hand.
“That’s my girl,” he praises, fingering me as I moan out my release. I’m almost at the end of the orgasm when he slams his cock into me. “Fuck,” he hisses out as he pounds into me not soft, not gentle, but like his life depends on it. “Ariella,” he says my name but I’m too far gone with another orgasm to answer him. I arch my neck and tighten my legs on his hips as he comes inside me. He collapses on top of me and then turns us to the side.