Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 77841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Does that mean that I want to be here, that I’m okay with what’s happening? Would the outcome be the same had I talked to this man in the surf shop instead of walking away? He doesn’t seem like the type of man who would be okay with what my parents would consider an indiscretion. He doesn’t seem like he would fall in line with the demands of sneaking around with a woman like me.
I don’t think it would be enough. I don’t think that what I could give him would ever be enough. I could give him everything and I imagine he’d still ask for more.
My thighs tremble from the strain of just hovering above the toy. A low moan escapes my lips as it brushes my sensitive flesh but then the thought hits me and I stop. It takes a lot of effort not to laugh when a growl slips out of his mouth.
“What’s the fucking problem this time?” he snaps, and it’s clear that he’s barely hanging onto his control.
I can’t help but wonder what it would mean if he actually lost it. I can’t help but wonder if he would release me or if he would hurt me. I can’t help but think about the two very different reactions my head has with both of those scenarios.
“I don’t even know your name,” I tell him.
His upper lip twitches in irritation, his hands gripping the sheets even tighter. “You don’t need to know my name.”
“I beg to differ.” I stand, feeling the instant relief in my muscles, and take a step away. His eyes comically dart from me, back to the toy. “If I’m going to fuck this cock,” I say, swallowing because the dirty words don’t feel right in my mouth. “Then I’m going to need your name.” I stop short of crossing my arms over my chest because the action may be just a little too much for him to handle.
“Liam Stone,” he says without hesitation, but then he growls again when I continue to stand there.
I need a second. I need a little time to run his name through my mind. I repeat it over and over in my head before his next growl sets me into motion. I bite my bottom lip in anticipation of how it’s going to feel as I resituate myself above the toy.
I don’t feel sexy at all as I have to look down and hold the thing in my fingers to line it up right. But then I squat a little lower, one hand gripping the bedpost.
The first couple of inches forces that moan I was trying to hold back out of my mouth. The next inch makes my mouth fall open, and I watch him, pleased at the way that he shifts and angles his head so he can see a little better. He’s entranced much the same way I feel when I’m watching him in the shower.
“Do you want me to picture that it’s you?” I whisper. His cock jerks against his lower abdomen. “Are you imagining it’s your cock I’m sliding… Oh God,” I moan when I take the thing fully inside of me.
It makes me feel full and a little achy but not in a way that makes me want to stand and refuse. It burns in a way that makes my body beg for more and so I give it exactly what it needs as I stand and then lower myself back down. I do this over and over, slow and steady.
“Jesus,” he grunts but I'm no longer watching him. Paying attention to him when my body feels this good just isn't possible. He doesn't complain as I tilt my head forward, my jaw still hanging open in awe at the way it makes me feel. I watch it, that toy that less than ten minutes ago felt like a weapon, as it brings me the most pleasure I've ever felt before in my life.
I don't speed up when my body urges me to. I want to take the scenic route with this orgasm because I know it's going to leave me drained. The urgency for relief slams into me and I have to release the bedpost with one hand and stroke myself between my legs. My head angles back, my eyes unseeing, my breath hitching.
“Fuck, that's it, Raya. Don't stop.”
I couldn't if I tried. I would probably claw and scratch and scream if he demanded that of me. There's no way to stop this. No way to impede what's coming, and as the first wave of orgasm hits me, I risk a glance in his direction. The power of my release doubling when I watch his cock jerk, cum jetting from the tip. The man didn't even have to touch himself to come. He didn't have to stroke his length or tug on his balls the way I know that he likes. Watching me was all that it took, and that says a lot about what I needed to know.