Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
“Here,” I say and hold out my hand. “Spit on it.”
“W-what?” She looks at my hand and then looks at my cock.
“Spit on my hand, Goldie. You’re going to watch me jack off.”
She pauses slightly before bending down and doing it. After that, she can’t take her eyes off me. She watches with wide eyes as I bring my hand to my shaft and lube it up. I use one hand to tug on my sack because it’s full and tight. The other I squeeze around the head and then move my fist up and down.
When I go faster, her lips part, and it makes precum build up on the tip. She stares at it as I work my dick, and her eyes follow it when it drips onto the floor.
“Holy shit.” I don’t think she realizes she says it before she licks her lips. The more I fuck myself, the more her knees relax and spread apart.
I grunt as I thrust forward into my fist, and she gasps. Is she imagining it going into her? My cock is way too fucking big to get in her tight cunt, but I don’t have to. I’d be content with just the tip.
Thinking of cumming in her while she watches me jack off makes my cock swell.
“Show me your pussy,” I demand. She doesn’t hesitate to lift her skirt and spread her knees wide. She’s eager for me to see how wet she is, and fuck, is she wet. I can see it dripping out of the slit, and I can’t wait to lap it up. “I’m going to cum.”
“Already?” She looks both surprised and maybe even a little disappointed.
“Lie back.”
She goes back on her elbows as I step between her legs and shove her shirt up. I point the tip of my cock at her belly and thrust into my hand one last time. Waves of cum spill onto her as I grunt my release. Her hips rock up like she’s imagining I’m inside her, and it makes my cock throb.
My cum is all over her and I have to force myself to take a step back. I want to rub it in and then mark the rest of her, but I need to focus.
“Now, why don’t I see about that mess you’ve made between your legs.”
Chapter Eleven
GOLDIE
The throb between my legs is almost unbearable. I have the urge to close my thighs to try and find some kind of relief, but I want to have his mouth on me too much to do it. I don’t think I have ever wanted anything more in my entire life. What has he done to me?
Nash drops to his knees while his cum slowly slides down my stomach, my checkered skirt soaking it up while the scent of him fills the air. I see pride in his eyes as he watches it coat my skin.
“Is all of this for me?” Nash asks with a smirk.
He trails a finger up the inside of my thigh to the lips of my sex. I let my thighs fall open wider, and his fingers drift along the lips of my pussy. He makes sure to stay away from my clit, and a whimper leaves me. Eventually it turns into a frustrated sound.
“Answer me when I ask you a question, and you might get what you want.”
“Yes, it’s all for you.” The words pour out of me in a rush.
I’m too turned on to pretend I don’t want it. God knows I’ve never made myself this wet. Sure, I might have peeked at porn when I was trying to get myself worked up, but it didn’t do anything close to this. Nor did any of the dirty books I’ve devoured. What Nash has done to my body in a matter of minutes gives me faith that he might be able to help me with my little problem. Though this might create a bigger one.
"You want my mouth on you, baby girl?"
My stomach tightens at the way those words sound coming from him. Nash licks his lips, drawing all my attention there. That’s when the thought occurs to me that he’s going to kiss my pussy before I’ve ever been kissed on the mouth.
Before I can think better of it, I quickly sit up, making Nash’s eyes widen a fraction. My hands go to his shoulders, and I dig my nails in before pressing my mouth to his. I try to catch him off guard so he doesn’t have an opportunity to resist.
This is supposed to be all about turning me on, not being romantic, but I have to kiss him. I’m sure I can pretend I was caught up in the moment. Not that I've thought about kissing him a million times before.
Nash stills, but after a millisecond of hesitation, he lets out a groan, and his arm wraps around me. He pulls me flush against his bare chest, and the feeling of his warm skin is more erotic than it should be.