Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Immediately, I intuit why she’s in my bedroom. She’s trying to retrieve her lost shoe, which at the moment, is tucked into a drawer in my dresser. But somehow, Angela got caught up in the view from my private terrace, and is enjoying the sunshine and balmy weather as she relaxes a bit.
I should interrupt her reverie and then she’ll be flustered and leave. I’m sure we’d exchange some polite words, and then go about our business per usual. But the memory of last night’s kiss remains on my tongue, and I can almost taste the beautiful blonde’s sweetness. I want more.
Like a panther, I stalk to the en suite, but instead of shutting the door, I leave it wide open. Then, I shed my dark suit and get totally naked before wrenching on the shower. I can almost hear it: Angela’s startled squeak when she realizes that I’ve returned from work early, and caught her snooping about my bedroom.
But she doesn’t know that I’ve seen her. It’s totally possible that I walked in and went straight to the bathroom without noticing her presence on the terrace. Grinning to myself, I wonder how this is going to play out. Will Angela try to sneak out unseen? Or are we about to embark on a journey from which there is no return?
Humming slightly, I step into the shower and let the warm water sluice over my big body. Damn, it feels good and I reach for the shampoo before pouring some in my hand and working it through my dark hair. Then, I tilt my head back and let the water rinse out the suds, raising my arms to show off stacked biceps and the thick, heavy slabs of my pecs.
That’s when I hear it. There’s a slight gasp outside, and it’s obviously Angie. She’s likely stopped in her tracks, watching my reflection in the mirror. Perfect. I have the curvy girl right where I want her.
Smiling, I let my hands slide down my slick chest until I’m gripping my cock at the base. Then, I squeeze the hardness and close my eyes while letting out a low moan.
“Fuuuuck,” my growl rings out in the bathroom. “Goddamn.”
The gasp comes again, and when I peek through the slits of my eyes, sure enough, Angie’s poised in the bedroom staring at my image in the mirror. I’m tall, with water running in a hot spray over broad shoulders, and the heavy mass of my build in stark definition. My cock is at full mast already too – it’s ten inches of pure fuck power, with veins bulging on the right and left sides, and a pearl of pre-come forming at the tip. Hell yeah.
Then, I begin going to town. It starts easy at first, merely some squeezing and rubbing as I run my hand up and down my shaft. Another female gasp sounds as the pre-come at the tip coalesces, growing heavy enough to drool down to the floor in a sticky line before swirling down the drain.
“Fuck yeah,” I groan again, bracing one big hand against the stall wall. “Mmm, fuck baby, you feel so good.”
There’s no need to elaborate who I might be referring to because I’m still getting Angie trained up. She needs to see me as a male beast whose lust can’t be contained, and I want her to crave me. I want her to imagine herself sprawled beneath my mass as her luscious curves tremble. I want her to visualize being on her hands and knees as I enter her fully from behind. I want her to feel the burn and stretch in her pussy, even though I haven’t so much as stroked those swollen folds.
After all, she’s definitely aroused at the moment. A peek through my lashes shows Angela with her eyes round, and her mouth open in a perfect “O.” She looks slightly sweaty with flushed cheeks, and is that my imagination, but is her hand beneath her skirt at the moment? Is she playing with that pretty pussy, imagining my cock buried deep in her velvety channel? Fuck yeah. This is going even better than I anticipated.
But there’s a show to be had, and my eyes fall closed as my head drops back. My abs strain, my six pack fully delineated, and my heavy thighs bulge as my hand works up a rhythm at my groin.
“Fuck yeah,” I grunt again. “Oh shit shit shit – FUCK!”
Then it happens. I feel my balls release, and a hot spray of come jets out from my hardened pole, splashing wildly onto the glass shower stall. Streams of virile sperm fly out again and again, so much that the glass is rendered opaque. Literally, I have so much seed in my balls that there must be a gallon of this stuff as I roar and spray, releasing my ecstasy as visions of a nude Angela dance before my eyes.