Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 55395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Now, it seems I’ll have a cat, and there’s no way I’ll be sticking her outside unless she really makes it known that’s what she wants. It only takes me a few minutes to locate a box and find what can be used instead of litter. A combination of wood shavings, some paper scraps from discarded plans we’ve had to re-do that were in the recycling bin, and I call it good. By the time I’m back inside the kitchen, the unnamed cat is done eating the small amount of tuna I left out and drinking a lot of the water. I place the box down, making sure I rip an entrance, so to speak, and place her inside it. She does her thing, learning the way of the land pretty damn fast, then walks out.
“You and I will get along just fine.” I give her another scratch to her chin and then head toward the bathroom. My home being on all one floor means I won’t have to worry about where she goes. I’ll just close the doors to the two bedrooms and bathroom, leave my door open, and clean up whatever mess she happens to make.
She follows me for a little while until a blanket that’s tossed on the ground catches her attention. I leave her be, needing the hot water beating down my body and my cock to finally find some relief. There’s no holding back. After weeks on end without letting myself get off, tonight, I’m taking care of business.
I shuck off my clothes, pulling my shirt off by the back of the collar and dropping it to the ground. My jeans join the pile as well as my boxer briefs once I’m in my bedroom. I keep an ear out for the cat, realizing I need to come up with a name and call the veterinarian’s office to make an appointment. Maybe I’ll call the Johnson family. Dean’s wife, Tully, has her own practice. A perk of Lennie being part of the family is having help when you need it. I keep that thought in mind and continue on to my shower.
I’m in the bathroom, turning on the hot water, ignoring the switch for the light. There’s enough coming from the two windows in the room. My gaze catches on the reflection in the mirror, my cock lying thick and heavy against my stomach. When I fist my length, pre-cum saturates the tip, and I know the minute I let myself go, it’s going to be over before I’m ready. The way I’ve kept myself from fucking my hand, it might be a two-session kind of night. I move away from the mirror, more than ready to bring up any and every fantasy I can conjure of Lyric. I’m going to start off with what I wanted to do today, her bent over, hands on the oak tree, as I lift her dress over her ass and see what she’s unknowingly teased me with.
I let go of my dick, reluctantly at that, open the glass door, and step into the tiled shower, making sure to close it behind me. The steam envelopes me, and the hot water sluices across my taut muscles. I rest a palm on the wall, my hand returns to my cock, and close my eyes. In a different world, Lyric would be here in front of me, completely stripped bare, hair slicked back, eyes riddled with desire, and moaning my name. I’d have her plastered against the wall, legs wrapped around my hips, hands digging into my scalp, and her pussy pulsing along the length of my dick.
“Fuck,” I mutter. My hips roll with each downward stroke, a slow twist of my wrist. My thumb gliding over the head of my cock comes away with more wetness than ever before. I’m already on the damn brink of coming in my hand, and I’ve barely gotten started. Lyric and I may have some differences to work out, but it won’t be long until I succumb to needing her any way I can have her. I keep working myself, my grip tightening, my balls drawing up, and my spine starting to tingle. The velvet clench of her cunt spurs me on as I take my fantasy to the next level, mourning the loss of her pussy as I pull out. Her eyes plead with me, begging me not to leave her, and I keep her steady until her feet are planted on the ground. My hands mold to her hips, spinning her around, taking her hands and pressing them on the cold tile, pushing her tits against them and watching her body shiver with desire. Lyric hisses out my name, arches her ass in such a way that she’s gagging for my cock to be buried back inside her slick, wet heat.