Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
“And you, well, I don’t think I have enough words to convey what I’m thinking currently.” Turnaround is fair play. My eyes continue their perusal of his body. The soft light from the lamp cascades over him, catching on his shoulders and abdomen, highlighting his taut form. His dark hair is messy and damp from what I’m assuming is his shower. The light stubble along his jaw adds to his rugged appeal, and the look on his face… His eyes are staring straight at me, lips relaxed. It’s intimate in the best way possible.
“Lose the towel, Sable. Show me.” My skin tingles at his words, and when I slowly open the towel, I slightly obscure the full view, only allowing him to see the inner curve of my breasts.
“And what will I get in return?” I tease, lightly caressing my smooth skin while holding the phone precariously.
“Anything you want.” He throws down an offer I can’t resist. The turban on top of my head loosens just as I open the white fabric further.
“I want to watch.” My hand cups my breast.
“Woman, don’t close your eyes, then.” Colt’s gruff voice carries through the room. When I do as he commands, he props up the phone, and I’m completely unprepared for the view I’m given.
“Holy fuck, Colt.” I roll my nipple before tugging on the turgid tip, feeling it all the way to my core. My thighs tighten, wetness coats them already, and we’re just getting started.
“Watch.” I do, especially when his hand travels the length of his sternum and the sheets rustle for a moment before I’m greeted with Colt wrapping his hand around his long and thick length. There’s no denying the man is gifted—he’s hot, he’s an amazing dad, and he’s very much well endowed.
“I am.” I’m looking off to the side a bit and come to the conclusion that I’ll most definitely need two hands. A quick maneuver of stacking a few pillows near my hip, turning to my side, abandoning the towel, and showing him all of me makes it all the better.
I keep a hand on my breast as the other travels down my abdomen. I’m slowly strumming my clit while he works his cock up and down. Precum gathers at the tip, causing me to lick my lips, and Colt takes notice. “Fuck, I want that mouth on my dick, want to watch you swallow around it, as you suck it into your greedy mouth. And I want my hands on you, waking your velvet-smooth skin with each touch.”
“Colt.” My thighs clamp down on my hand, my palm rubbing firm circles along my clit as I work two fingers inside my heat. I’m not going to last, and damn if that doesn’t suck. And while this is amazing, it’s not the real thing, which makes me believe that even after we both climax, I’ll probably have to come one last time. I really should have brought my toy from home. It doesn’t compare in length and girth when it comes to Colt, but at least it’d help a girl out.
“Sable, want your eyes on me, woman.” His firm muscles flex and pull, and sweat dots at his temples from the exertion. He cups his balls while keeping his hand wrapped around his length. Each tug has me fluttering my fingers back and forth, wanting to desperately come along with him.
“I’m so close. God, I wish you were here with me.”
“Fucking same, but until that happens, this is the next best thing. Can’t wait to hear you moan my name when you come. It’s going to be music to my ears and what I replay every time I need to use my hand to get off.” Colt talking only gets me hotter. My body quivers, shaking with each pulse of my fingers. I’m on a sensation overload in the best way possible.
“Colt,” I moan, eyes shuttering as my orgasm takes hold.
“Christ, that’s a pretty sight.” His voice echoes through the room. It’s probably not as loud as I think it is, especially with how heightened my senses are right about now. I keep working my fingers, sliding in and out, fluttering them back and forth, the palm of my hand rubbing my clit. My orgasm lasts longer than ever before. “There are those pretty eyes. I’m about to come all over myself. Never in my life have I wanted to say fuck it, put my clothes back on, and drive like a bat out of hell to bury myself between your pretty thighs, Sable.”
“Oh fuck,” I say when my eyes fully open. I’m slick with sweat and only blazing hotter when I watch Colt’s abs ripple. He pulls his hand off his cock at the last second, grunting my name as each thick rope of come coats his skin.