Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 145123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
I dig down in the bag and fish around until I find a big bottle of micro-foam cleanser to use with the cleaner thingie and get to work firing this bad boy up.
It vibrates in my hand, and immediately, my eyebrows shoot up. Is this thing really a face cleaner? Or did I read the wrong package…?
I test out the feeling of it on the palm of my hand.
Holy shit, this thing really moves…and vibrates. Like, the kind of good, good, good good vibrations The Beach Boys would be proud of.
I try to turn it off, but it starts pulsing harder instead, the sound ringing out into the otherwise quiet space like a siren.
When smothering it with my hand is unsuccessful, I start stabbing at the power button again, trying to make it tired or something.
It just winds up more, though, going on a setting so intense, I swear it’s going to start to shake the motor home if I can’t turn it off.
The door opens with a bang, and Chase comes flying through in Cosmo Kramer fashion. I know my face looks guilty—I can feel it—even though there’s absolutely nothing going on in here other than a facial scrub.
“I’m not doing anything, I swear,” I blurt unexpectedly, sending my face into a crimson bloom so intense I can feel it in my ears.
“What exactly are you doing nothing with?” he asks then, spying the face scrubber tucked under my leg—and still running at full speed. His smirk is mischievous, and his eyes dance as he crawls onto the bed beside me and pulls out the scrubber to hold himself.
“It’s a face cleaner!” I declare, rushing to explain. “I was going to use it to scrub all this Dolly off, but I can’t get it to do what I want! It’s got a mind of its own!”
Chase smiles and leans back onto the pillows with the scrubber in hand. He pushes the power button several times, cycling it through all manner of pulsations until it finally shuts off. He looks satisfied, like he’s mastered the operation of it completely within a few short seconds.
He smirks again, putting it in his lap and reaching out to grab my hips. He pushes me into the pillows beside where he just was and climbs to his knees. I watch with painstaking attention as he pulls at the waistband of my pants, sliding them and my underwear down and off my legs in one smooth motion.
“Chase. What are you doing?” I ask, just as Benji takes his own leave of the room. Down and off the bed, he’s gone in a flash.
“Maybe Dolly can stick around just a little longer.”
My eyes narrow as he climbs down between my legs and grabs the face-cleaning machine from the bed.
He spreads my thighs with his hot palms, and then, with the push of a button, turns on the pulsating thing once again.
Obviously, not only am I naked from the waist down, but I’m utterly riveted now.
“Okayyyy, so this is getting interesting…”
He winks at me and drags the vibrating device gently up the innermost part of my thigh and then stops, right on the bikini line, holding it there for a long second and then lifting it away right when I start to squirm.
Sure fingers stroke at the bikini line on the other side, and my blood starts to pound in my ears.
He makes that same pattern again. And again. And again. Until I’m practically panting and barely there fingertips ghost over the sensitive bud at my center.
My eyes roll back, and my breath catches so hard in my throat, I have to gasp to breathe.
My hair whips into my face and tickles at the overly sensitive skin as Chase climbs my body, finds the line of my collarbone, and kisses a path that eclipses the length of it.
Even that is enough to send me careening toward an orgasm at high and reckless speeds.
From this moment on, I will never, ever be convinced that the whole body isn’t an erogenous zone if the right person is using it. Fingers, toes, no matter where he goes—I’m the proud owner of a new fetish every time.
Chase moves back again to the space between my legs, taking off his pants and rolling on a condom in several short movements. I watch avidly, blinking only when he settles into the space there and pushes himself inside.
He’s so big—it’s an intrusion every time—but I suppose he’s used to wielding it. He pauses, giving me time to adjust.
Honestly, on a spiritual level, I’m perhaps more convinced of a divine power than ever. Because God’s plan makes total sense here, Chase having a monster dick and all. Only a considerate man can understand how delicate he has to be with its powers and not use them against the constraints of a woman. And Chase is the ultimate solicitous man.