Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 136915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 456(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 456(@300wpm)
In the bathroom, I put my gun down on the washstand before I slipped into the shower. It took up an entire wall so even I had enough room to shower in there. A sound caught my attention and I opened the shower to reach for my gun when Greta appeared in the doorway.
I turned off the water and got out of the shower. Greta handed me a fluffy towel before she leaned in the doorway with a look of curiosity on her face as I began to dry myself off. “Good morning,” I said roughly.
“Morning,” she whispered. When my body was dry, I stayed where I was, giving her the time to figure out whatever it was she needed to figure out. She approached me slowly, scanning me from head to toe once more but her gaze caught on my cock. “I’ve never seen a man like this.”
It took me a moment to know what she meant and then my cock filled with even more blood than it already had under her scrutiny. She stopped right before me.
She peered up at me. “Can I touch you?”
I stifled a laugh. Did she really have to ask? I was burning up to be touched by her. All of my fantasies had revolved around that and around worshipping every inch of her gorgeous body.
“You can do whatever you want,” I said roughly.
“I want to touch you.”
I nodded because there was nothing I wanted more.
She pressed her palms flat against my chest then slowly moved them lower, mapping my abs before she halted and her gaze darted up to my chest. She moved her palms higher once more and brushed my nipples with her fingertips.
Fuck. My cock filled with more blood, as a wave of desire zapped through my body.
“I’ve always wondered if men liked to be touched at their nipples. If it’s a sensual place for them.”
“I never thought it was for me,” I rasped as Greta kept stroking my chest.
“I suppose most men focus on their penis. I can’t speak for all women but my nipples are a very sensual zone. I feel it everywhere if you touch me there.”
I’d take extra care of her lovely nubs later.
She bit her lip. “I’m talking too much when I’m nervous.”
“You’re fine,” I said. “And you don’t need to be nervous.”
I wasn’t sure if Greta heard what I’d said, because she was focused on my cock once more. She trailed her hands down my stomach, her fingers following the trail of dark hair going down to my erection. She began to trace the vein pumping blood into my cock from the base to the tip. I swallowed a moan, not wanting to interrupt Greta’s intense focus. Her fingers circled my tip then stroked along the bottom of it up to the point where a drop of pure lust had gathered. She picked it up with the pad of her index finger before she brought it to her mouth and tasted it.
“Greta,” I groaned. It cost me every ounce of restraint not to pull her against me, ravage her mouth and then make her mine.
Mine.
Mine. Fuck it.
She ignored me, and trailed her fingers down to my balls, cupping them. She began to massage them gently then peered up at me. “Do you like that?”
“I do.”
My voice was raw and grumbly.
“Hmm.” Greta nodded, brows puckering as if she was making a mental note. She got down on her knees but our height difference was too big. I leaned back against the washstand and got in a wide stance until my cock was at eyelevel with Greta. I wasn’t sure what she was going to do and my brain was too frazzled to think too much anyway. With Greta you could never be sure. Maybe she was just going to stare at my cock and really take it in, but I hoped she’d discover me with her lips.
Greta fondled my balls again and brought her face closer to my cock. To my confusion she tilted her head to the side and then her tongue darted out and joined her fingers on my balls before she parted her mouth and sucked part of my ball into her mouth while her nimble fingers played with the other.
“Fuck,” I gritted out, my balls jerking. I squeezed my cock hard in warning once, still shellshocked over Greta’s move and so fucking turned on, I was worried I’d spill my cum on her black crown soon. Luckily my cock got the warning and calmed the fuck down.
Greta peered up at me with interest but she kept licking and sucking my balls. Her fingers soon moved on to my thighs and ass, raking her fingernails along my skin in the most tantalizing way. She let up, moving a bit higher, her lips grazing the base of my cock.