Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 133138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
He strokes himself again, hard and fast. Every few strokes, his tip bumps against my pussy. I wouldn’t have thought I’d be able to come again for days, but the image of him jacking himself off over me is sexy as fuck. I reach between us, spreading my lips so that his bumps hit my clit, and he holds himself there as his hand blurs, faster and tighter and harder.
“Come on me,” I tell him, and this time, my order works.
He roars, and then his breath hitches harshly as hot pulses of his cum cover my clit and lips. His entire body spasms, and his pleasure brings me pleasure as well. I use his cream to rub my clit again, and I come once more, less intense than before but still so good.
We’re both panting, sweaty with exertion, and I become aware of the music still playing in the background.
“Stay there,” Simon tells me, getting up and disappearing down the hallway. He comes back a moment later with a warm, wet washcloth. I try to move, reaching for the cloth, but he pulls it back. “Non, non.”
He swipes it gently over my skin, cleaning me. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this dirty and treasured at the same time.
I stretch my body, reaching with both my fingertips and toes so I’m as long as possible, which isn’t much, given my height. A warm buzz goes through my body when I feel the belt and blindfold on the couch where I left them.
Did we really just do that?
I can feel my smile growing, and I turn to hide it shyly, not wanting Simon to think I’ve fallen in love with him because of some good dick. Hell, I didn’t even get his dick yet. But I’m definitely feeling extra-friendly with his tongue and fingers.
Wait, is that . . .
“No! Xerxes, no!” I shout.
Simon follows my gaze and sees what I’ve already seen. Xerxes, the tiny monster, has my panties in his mouth, parading them around like a prize trophy at the county fair.
“Xerxes, laisse tomber.”
“What’s that mean?” I ask, getting up from the couch.
“Drop it,” he answers. “Like ‘drop the toy’, or the underwear, in this case. Though if you feel the need to drop your ass lower, that would be acceptable to me too.”
“My ass?” I repeat, looking back at it a bit and realizing that the crouching position I’m in to get closer to Xerxes and my stolen panties isn’t doing me any favors, though it seems Simon doesn’t mind it.
“Sexy, curvy, tight ass . . . yes.” Simon tilts his head like he wants an even better view and I can’t help but laugh. But back to the matter at hand . . . my favorite undies!
“Laisse tomber,” I repeat, reasonably sure it’s close-ish to the instruction Xerxes knows. Xerxes freezes, his tiny body perfectly still as I step closer and reach for him, but just as I’m about to grab my panties, the overgrown rat bounds away and I trip over my own feet. I end up in a tangled heap by the front door. “Damn it!”
Simon’s up immediately, coming to help me and not giving a damn that his dog is running around the room with a Great Dane-sized case of the zoomies in his teeny, tiny body. Oh, and of course, he’s still got my panties in his mouth, damn near blowing in the wind as he runs.
“Are you okay?” Simon bends down, helping me to get my feet back underneath me.
I nod, still doing a mental check that everything seems to be in working order. Yep, the only thing feeling anything is my pussy and she feels well-loved.
Simon makes a sharp whistling sound and says, “Arrête, Xerxes! Asseoir! Lâcher!”
And happy as can be, the dog sits, drops my panties, and pants with his tongue lolling out. Cute little thieving beast. I pick up my undies and make a face. They’re ruined from his tiny teeth on the delicate lace. “Where’s your trash?” I ask Simon, but he takes them from me and disappears to the kitchen. I pick up my dress from where Simon laid it on the couch and begin to pull it on.
“I am so sorry. I’ll replace them using Xerxes’s snack budget,” Simon promises as he comes back. Almost as if he understands, Xerxes barks at Simon as if to say, ‘No way!’
I glare at the dog, zipping my dress. “It’d serve you right.” To Simon, I say, “I don’t think he likes me very much. I’m usually good with animals, especially dogs.”
Simon picks up the diva dog, who seems instantly happier at Simon’s touch. “He’s a bit jealous when other people take my time and attention.”
I understand that, little man!
“It’s okay. I should get home anyway, get some sleep before going to the workroom tomorrow and let Xerxes have a bit of Daddy time.” I swear to God, the dog smiles in victory.