Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
He keeps me herded close, using me as a shield, sweat appearing along his hairline. “Fuck. G-give me a second.”
I arch my back as if I’m trying to get away, but really, I’m drawing his attention down to my tits. “I can’t believe how hard you are.”
“Oh God, I don’t…I don’t understand why you being pissed at me for having an erection is so hot, but…” He shudders. “You have to stop or I’m going to come in my pants.”
“Barry,” I gasp, turned on. Warm. All over. “You’re indecent.”
He grits his teeth, clearly enjoying my scolding. “I do need to go back to the room and sort this out. But I’m not going back without you.” He glances over my head, expression dark. “Not with these vultures around.”
“Very well,” I sniff.
Before the words are out of my mouth, Barry has lifted me off the floor like I’m a feather and he’s stomping out of the party, much to the amusement of everyone who catches the spectacle. We reach the room within seconds, because our room is located on the ground floor of the resort, down the immediate hallway that stems from the lobby.
Outside of our door, I wiggle myself down Barry’s mammoth body and cross my arms, one hip cocked. Raking my body with a hungry look, he punches the door to visibly restrain himself from picking me up again and manhandling me, his palms scraping up and back on his shorn scalp, nostrils flared. Eyes bright and glassy. A bull ready to charge. And yet, when I tell him, “Go inside and take off everything but your boxers. Sit on the bed against the headboard and wait for me,” lustful excitement lights his eyes…
And he goes.
eight
Barry
I’m sitting on a king-sized bed in a pair of black boxer briefs, the crotch of which I am stretching to holy hell, because my cock is the hardest it has ever been in my goddamn life. Right across from me is a mirror, attached to the top of a bureau, and I can’t believe what I’m seeing. My oversized, beastly self, scarred and knife wounded and tattooed and hairy, sweating, waiting for a petite nineteen-year-old to come order me around.
No, I’m so hot for it, I’m leaking in my briefs.
My abdomen is clenched, balls throbbing.
What kind of spell did this girl put me under?
I’m so horny, I could roll over and fuck the bed for a few seconds while thinking of Petra and I’d soak the comforter down to the sheets. How? How, when I’ve ejaculated twice today already? Good, deep orgasms that should have sated me for at least the rest of the day. But it’s like my body is producing ten times the amount of sperm since this princess walked into my life.
I tilt my head back and groan over the word.
Princess.
The nickname stokes a fire I don’t fully understand yet. But she holds the match.
The door opens and Petra walks inside, closing it firmly.
I swallow hard when she comes into view, my dick stretching another towering inch. Oh Jesus, it hurts. I thought I topped out at nine inches but I’m at least ten right now, maybe more. As thick as Petra’s neck, but a lot less delicate. Part of me is a little worried about what’s coming, what she has planned, because this lust has bite and I don’t know if I’m fully in control of what it’ll lead me to do.
Petra stops at the edge of the bed, looking down at my erection and shaking her head. “After one kiss. Unbelievable.”
“When the kiss is with you, it’s not so unbelievable.”
She ignores that, but I notice a pleased blush color her cheeks. “You’re going to learn some self-control tonight.”
“I don’t know how much I have,” I say raggedly.
Petra plants a knee on the bed beside me and leans down, the tip of her nose an inch from my extended cock. She examines it from all angles while I pulse like a maniac. “You’ve already come twice today and you need to do it again?”
“It’s you.”
“Maybe.” She teases a single finger down the firm length of my erection, and I hiss a breath, reaching back to grip the headboard behind me, the wood creaking under my grip. “Or maybe you’re just too big and too greedy down here.”
“Fuck,” I growl at the ceiling. “I don’t know.”
“I bet you want me to suck this horny thing.” She lets me feel her warm breath through my briefs, and my entire southern region clenches, shudders. “My first blow job. All for you. I’d probably struggle to get my mouth around it, but you’d enjoy watching me try.”
The imagery floods my loins with pressure. Hunger. Urgency. Heat. “Stop. Please. I can’t take the teasing.”
“You can’t?” she asks with mock innocence, before standing and stripping her dress off over her head leaving her fully, blessedly naked, except for that nude, see-through thong. High heels.