Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Every part of me wants to say fuck the game and take her now, but this isn’t just about her pleasure. It’s torment for me as well. The day I do get my hands on her again, she won’t be able to walk if she tries to leave.
Nick: I’d make it the best massage you ever got. I’m excellent with my hands.
Apparently, I’m failing at keeping it to just a massage, even over text. All I have is my own imagination, but she’s irresistible. Still, I’m supposed to be helping her relax, not acting like a horny frat boy.
At the very least, I should come up with better lines.
The next response I get isn’t a sentence but rather a picture. It’s tame, as tame as a bath time picture can be, but my cock hardens at the sight of it.
Her toes are painted a pale pink, candlelight painting her pale skin a warm hue. Bubbles cling to the sliver of her leg that peeks above the water. It’s the barest tease, and it makes me want to eat her alive.
Riley: Is that okay? I don’t really know how to do this.
Fuck, if anything has ever been okay, it’s this. I push my boxers down my thighs impatiently, hissing at the drag of them over my cock as I text her back with one hand.
Nick: Do what?
Riley: …sext?
I didn’t think it was possible to get harder, but I throb as I read the single word. It’s so sweet, so shy. I’d kill to hear her ask that out loud or to see how flushed her pretty face is right now.
My grin widens as I spit in my hand and wrap it around my cock, giving myself just enough friction to feel good without really getting me off.
Nick: Oh? Are we sexting, Miss Morgan?
It’s a tease for her as much as it is for me. I just want her to ask for it properly.
Like a good girl.
She types for a long time, seeming to start and then delete and then restart multiple times before a reply finally comes in.
Riley: I thought that’s what you were trying to do, lol. Was I wrong?
Her response reeks of the wrong kind of nerves. I’m half tempted to show her exactly how hard she got me with a single picture and her adorable brand of innocence. Reassurance will get me farther, though.
Nick: I’ll have you every which way you let me, Princess, but if you just want to relax, I can behave.
Sure, my hand is on my cock, and I have no intention of stopping until I make myself come, but she doesn’t need to know that. I can imagine her in all kinds of filthy positions while I chat about silly little things to keep her calm after a long day.
She’ll be begging for me to fuck her sooner or later; there’s no need to rush.
Aside from the time I pushed her up against a wall and got a taste at that Halloween party, I’ve survived on my imagination so far. I can wait a little longer if I have to. Just thinking of her all dressed up as a sexy Belle from Beauty and the Beast makes my mouth water. I didn’t think too much of anything that night when I agreed to allow the company Halloween party to be held at my west side estate. There was no way in hell I’d let them in my main home, but my PR advisor said something more personal would be good for morale.
Nonetheless, the moment I laid my eyes on her there, the whole thing became worth it. The fact that she seemed to be so out of place drew me in. But the shots… I watched her take them, one after another, with her friend. A different side of her opened up, one that intrigued me and called to the darkness within me.
I couldn’t resist myself. I saw the potential and when I finally got my hands on her, I knew I wasn’t going to let her go. I wanted her close… whether she agreed to it or not.
Riley: I don’t want you to stop.
Riley: I think I like this.
Fuck, I wish I could see her right now. Just her face would be enough, those doe eyes and plush pink lips.
I don’t want to see her naked until I can touch her. Seeing that too soon would only ruin the excitement and piss me off.
Nick: You think, or you do?
It’s both a genuine check in and a need to make her admit it.
I groan and grind my hips up into my fist when her response comes through.
Riley: I do. I want you to walk me through it. Please?
Perfect fucking girl. God, she’s such a natural. I’ll hardly even have to train her when I finally get her on her knees. She’ll look so sweet asking me to use her.