Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
“Yes, god, yes.” She’s using my body to rub hers against. It’s going to be damn hard to keep my dick in my jeans with the way she’s lighting up. Maybe I should have rethought taking her to bed after all. We make the short trip to her room. Just as I expected, her room is all Maeve. Soft and airy, floral comforter and pillows galore. It’s the bed frame that has me ready to come undone, though. Visions of her tied to the metal spindles have me wanting to tie her delicate wrists to them and have my way with Maeve right now.
“Look at you, fuck me. Sweet merciful heaven on earth. You’re so damn beautiful it hurts.” She lies down once I’ve placed her at the edge of the bed, crab-walking backwards until her head is resting against the pillows. The robe is still on her body, not that it’s doing much good at covering her. Lucky fucking me. I don’t even have to give her any direction; she’s already setting the pace. “That’s right, baby girl, show me how you like your pretty nipples worked.” I sit at the end of the bed, keeping a fair amount of distance away, worried I’ll take a hell of a lot more than she’s ready to give.
“I need more. It’s not enough. It’s never enough.” Her fingers pull at her nipples. My mouth waters, wanting nothing more than to wrap my lips around them.
“Imagine those hands of yours are mine. Slide one down the length of your body, nice and slow, and keep the other one on your tit.” I knew Maeve would be hot for me, but I didn’t expect it to be this much, and it has me wondering what else she has in her. I readjust myself, trying to calm my dick down. Not like it’ll help. If anything, it only makes me harder. “That’s it, keep going. Dip your fingers inside your cunt, baby girl, get them nice and wet.” This was supposed to be her show, but damn if I can’t help myself, especially with her sweet little whimpers.
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” She throws her head back, closes her eyes, and starts to close her legs. I move closer, hands going to the inside of her thighs.
“Keep them open, Mae. Feet on the mattress and spread wide.” It’s on the tip of my tongue to say a fuck of a lot more. Holding back is taking an act of fucking god, but I’ll be damned if I ruin watching her come for me. “Swirl the tips of your fingers along your clit but leave one finger inside your pussy.” Her eyes open for a second, looking at the grip I have on her thighs. I’ve yet to leave them, and I’m not sure I can. The pull is too strong, and right now, keeping them where they are means it’s not my hand finger-fucking her.
“I’m so close.” She slides two fingers back into her cunt, barely pressing them more than knuckle deep. I can see she’s tight as fuck and nothing has been inside her besides her fingers. The woman who has my dick wrapped in knots is a hell of a lot more innocent than I knew, and the proof is right there before my very eyes.
“Fuck, yeah, get there. Give me the show I’ve been dying for.”
“Joseph.” My name, her voice, watching as the orgasm takes ahold of her is the sweetest pleasure I’ve ever been graced of beholding.
“Damn, baby girl.” I sit back, letting go of her soft and smooth skin, waiting until she comes down from her high. “I may not be claiming you the way I want right now, but I’ll be damned if I’ll ever let you come by yourself again."
TEN
MAEVE
I’m stunned silent. Me, the somewhat innocent virgin, just fingered myself in front of a man I’ve only fantasized about. And this experience is way more enjoyable than being by myself. My eyes are closed, head resting on the pillow, and I’m trying to calm my heavy breathing. The orgasm he guided me through had me seeing stars, my body wound so tight that when I finally came it felt like soaring through the sky. It felt like an out-of-body experience.
“You good, baby girl?” JW’s deep raspy tone has me lifting my head and opening my eyes. He’s at the foot of my bed, his back propped against the brass metal footboard. One leg under the other, spread out, clothed to my complete nakedness.
“Yeah, I think so.” I look down the slope of my body. He coached me the entire way through my orgasm. The demand in his voice had and still does have me in a chokehold. For instance, when JW told me to plant my feet on the mattress and spread, I did, and I still am. The whole time he was there as I explored myself in ways I never thought possible.