Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
I imagine the nights full of passion and energy as he climbs on top of me and sinks his hard cock into my burning pussy and it sets me off. Big time.
The heat comes blooming up inside me in fierce waves that get more intense by the second. My whole body is tight with the need to release as I keep rubbing my clit and fighting back the screams that are desperate to get out.
With a cry, the orgasm rips through me and shakes me to my trembling core. I crumple against the cold tiles and gasp as my body shakes and writhes around my hand. My legs clamp shut and my eyes squeeze closed as the relentless hot water rains down on my twisted shivering body.
I’m breathing heavily and trying to regain my composure when I realize that I cried out loud. No! How loud was I? Did he hear?
I start to panic as I wonder if he heard me masturbating in his shower. He’s going to think I’m insane. He’s going to kick me out.
I told you it was a bad idea! Why didn’t you listen?!?
My chest tightens with nerves as I stare at the door. It suddenly bursts open and Ethan storms into the bathroom, shameless and dominant, with a possessive look on his face like he owns me.
“What are you doing in here?!?” I shout as I quickly cover up my private parts with my hands. The steam from the shower is fogging up the glass, which should hide everything from him but my thick curvy silhouette.
“I heard you crying out,” he says in a firm voice. It sends another tremble vibrating through my clit and my pussy begins to ache again with his eyes on me.
I grab onto the glass door and slide it open just far enough to stick my head out.
“I wasn’t crying out,” I lie. “It was a scream. I… uh, almost, slipped.”
He stands there shamelessly staring at my body through the foggy glass and a small part of me wishes it wasn’t foggy so he could see everything.
“So, can I have a… some privacy?” I ask him.
I don’t know why I can’t ask him for what I really want, but that’s never been me. I’ve always been shy with my body and I’ve never been direct or aggressive with my sexual needs. Fearful yes, but direct no.
My eyes roam down his big hard body as I wait for his answer and I nearly gasp when I see the hard long outline of his big cock. It’s sticking straight up against the inside of his jeans like it’s about to tear through the thick fabric. Is he hard like that for… me?
I can’t take my eyes off it. My mouth waters as another deep moan falls from my parted lips.
Ethan raises his nose and inhales deep. His brown eyes sparkle when he smells something he likes.
“I don’t think you slipped,” he says as he starts walking toward me with all the confidence in the world. “I think you were touching yourself.”
I gulp as he stands in front of me. This man is massive. He towers over me and makes me feel so tiny, which I didn’t think was possible. It’s such a turn on. Everything about him is a turn on from his big feet to his messy brown hair that somehow looks incredibly sexy.
“Were you touching yourself in my shower, peaches?”
I can’t move under his hungry gaze. I’m like a cobra hypnotized by this charmer. I don’t scream for him to leave. I don’t close the shower door. All I do is breathe heavily as I stare up at him.
“You can tell me the truth,” he says. “I won’t be mad. Were you touching that soft little pussy of yours in my shower?”
How did he know? Was I that loud?
I don’t know how to answer, but I don’t want to lie to him.
“Yes.” The word comes out on its own. I didn’t say it. Something deep inside of me did.
His heated eyes never leave mine. “You don’t ever have to touch yourself again. That’s your mate’s job.”
I can barely talk. “My… mate…?”
He grabs the door with his big hand and yanks it open.
I gasp as I back up into the corner of the shower and try to cover myself. It’s hard with all of my curves and only two tiny hands to cover them all.
His jaw tightens as he gets an eyeful of my big hips.
“You don’t have to hide yourself from me,” he says with a low growl in his voice. “Your body was made for my eyes.”
My mouth opens, but nothing comes out as he steps into the shower fully clothed. The water pours down onto his tight black t-shirt and faded jeans, but he doesn’t seem to notice or if he does, then he doesn’t care in the least.