Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Of course, Christian Degas was about ten million times hotter than the stupid boys at school, with their gangly limbs and thin torsos, but still, this was my new stepdad. There was no reason why I should feel so over-heated in his presence, and I clenched my thighs with need as my lady parts tingled a bit. Humiliated at the moisture pooling there, I resolutely changed into my nightgown and got into bed, before snapping off the light. These thoughts were wrong, and I had to stop.
But things went from bad to worse. Unable to sleep, I tossed and turned, finally rising in the wee hours of the morning. It was probably four a.m., and not even light outside. But grumpy from sleeplessness, I slipped on a robe and made my way downstairs for a comforting mug of hot cocoa. That’s when I got the shock of my life.
Christian used to live in a giant mansion on the outskirts of Vegas, and there are a billion amenities, including an indoor pool in the basement, a steam room, a sauna, a private gym, as well as a warm-up room outfitted with the latest-model Peloton bike. I figured I’d explore a bit after making my cocoa, and silently drifted to the basement, intent on seeing what was on offer. Hell, I could stand to tone up a bit, and maybe I’d even work out during Christmas break.
But as I tiptoed down the hall outside the gym, I happened to pass the sauna. I know. The heat and steam alone should have given me a clue, but I was delirious from lack of sleep and utterly exhausted. The glass doors lining the halls resembled a fun house, and when I turned to glance through one, I saw Christian sitting on one of the pine benches in the sauna. Holy shit! My jaw dropped open as my eyes almost bugged out of my head because the alpha male was fully nude in the small, wooden room. Of course, this is his house and it was only four a.m. Christian had every right to do what he wanted.
Still, the billionaire was a sight to behold with his eyes closed, his dark head tipped back, and a glorious expression on those handsome features. My eyes jerked downwards, and sure enough, the man was tugging himself, pulling with long, firm strokes on his thick rod. OMG, OMG. He’s at least ten inches long, purple and meaty, with veins running along both sides of his fat dick. His six pack was on display, his pecs like marble slabs as he spread his knees wider, showing off churning balls already drawn up tight against his body.
“Fuck,” he grunted, eyes still closed. “Oh shit.”
I watched, mouth agape, as the man continued to jerk himself off. Before my eyes, a pearly drop of fluid formed at the tip before sliding down that huge shaft, providing moisture. My nipples tightened as my thighs pressed together unconsciously, every cell in my being catching fire. I wanted to kneel before Christian, with my mouth open and a plea in my eyes. I wanted to choke on his massive length, lubing it up with my saliva, before climbing up his big body and impaling my swollen folds on his thick shaft. It would be pure Heaven and a tremor ran through my cunt.
But it wasn’t meant to be because Christian came like a hydrant then. I literally saw the come shoot at the base of his cock pulse, and his hand motions became furious and jerky. The color on his cheekbones deepened as his six pack strained.
“Fuuuuck,” he began low in his throat. “Shit shit shit FUCK!”
Then it happened. His cock jerked and pulsed, and hot streams of seed spurted heavily from the tip. The semen spattered high and wide, all over the sauna, coating the walls and even blocking my view as it spattered on the glass door separating us. “Fuck!” he screamed again, lash after lash of viscous semen spraying everywhere, like a machine gun on rapid fire.
The mug dropped from my hands. Literally, my fingers lost their strength and the thing crashed to the ground, spilling the remnants of my cocoa on the floor before rolling away. Oh shit! That’s when I sprang into action. I spied some Kleenex on a nearby side table and grabbed a few tissues before dropping to my knees to wipe up the mess. The mug, fortunately, was the heavy pottery kind that didn’t break, and I scooped it up in one hand before fleeing the scene of the crime. Oh my god, oh my god, what did I just see? What did I just do?
Once back in the safety of the guest room, I sat on the bed and tried to calm my heart rate. That did not just happen. But it did, and visions of my naked stepfather ejaculating powerfully in his hand swam before my eyes. My pussy ached and my breasts felt heavy and swollen, begging to be touched. I slipped a hand down into my panties, and my fingers came away tacky and wet, evidence of my desire.