Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
“Are you close?” he asked.
His thumb circled faster and harder. Just like how I did it when I was alone in my room. Only this was Weston’s hand, his thumb, and I had no idea what the fuck he was going to do next.
“I…I…”
He curled his fingers up inside of me as he dragged them in and out. And something about that motion and the faster tempo and him working my clit made everything go fuzzy at the edges. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I could barely function at all.
“Come for me,” he whispered hoarsely against my ear.
And I was already there. So close. That, at the filthy words, I broke apart. Everything snapped, and I shuddered, my pussy contracting against his fingers over and over, as if trying to keep him from releasing me.
I made incoherent sounds of pleasure as the climax hit me. And then when I finally came down, I cracked my eyes open and looked at him with sex eyes, my chest heaving from the exertion.
“West,” I whispered.
He slowly withdrew his hand from my underwear—he hadn’t even needed to remove it. My eyes drifted to the sweats he had on. His erection was jutting upward, and he pressed his hand against it to cover it. As if he didn’t even want me to see what my orgasm had done to him.
“There,” he said. “You’re not difficult at all.”
He shot me a small smile and then disappeared into his room, leaving me in a puddle of goo and a swirl of confusion.
12
Weston
I couldn’t escape fast enough.
I stumbled into my room, slamming the door closed. My chest rose fast and hard, aching. My heavy pants were barely controlled. I had no idea how the fuck I’d been able to keep it together.
Truly, I couldn’t believe I’d even gone there with her.
Sure, I’d made up some excuse, but I hadn’t thought that she’d agree. My brain had just short-circuited at the words coming out of her mouth. That August had fucked her up bad enough to think that she couldn’t orgasm. Not that he hadn’t wanted to spend the time getting to know her body and do the work to get her there.
I couldn’t see straight.
I’d just wanted to get her off. Right then and there.
Forget the conversation I’d had with Whitt where I’d decided to let her go. That had fucked everything up. No way could I let it stand.
Then, she’d come all over my fingers, her face open and flush with desire after the orgasm. It had taken everything in me not to flip her over and bury my cock balls deep into her.
I’d gotten her worked up. I’d wanted to finish what I’d started.
But I couldn’t.
A teachable fucking moment.
Holy fuck. What a load of shit.
And she’d not only gone along with it; she’d practically been eager. Her body had responded like a fucking instrument as I plucked the chords. The sounds of her coming had been the chorus to a beautiful fucking song.
I still had the smell of her on my fingers. The sound of her orgasm in my ears. The heat of her skin against my palm.
Fucking fuck, fuck. I was screwed. How did I come back from this?
I palmed my erection through the material of my sweatpants. I’d thrown them on with loose boxers when I got home. Big mistake. I was hard as a rock, and she would have to be blind to not have seen it. Fuck. God, I needed to do something about this. A cold shower. Yes, that was what I needed.
I burst into the bathroom, cursing myself for giving her the room with the en suite bathroom. I had to slink back down the hall and inside. Luckily, I didn’t run into her before I got inside, turned the water on, and shucked off my clothes.
My body was still hyped from getting her off. I couldn’t get her out of my head. The way she’d responded so easily to all my commands. The first touch of me slicking my way through her folds. How she’d already been wet just from me touching her.
I groaned. “Fuck it.”
I switched the water to boiling, and when it was ready, I got inside and let the hot water cascade down my back. I was utterly fucked. I was never going to be able to get her out of my system. I’d thought it was bad when she was crawling around on the ground, talking about sucking cock. Now that I’d gotten her to come, there was no hope.
“Fucking fuck.”
With a sigh of relief, I palmed my cock in my hand. I shouldn’t jack off. I didn’t deserve to feel anything after this. I needed to escape her. And yet I couldn’t. I was already regretting that I was washing the smell of her from my hand.