Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 86883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
That I need to put an end to this and tell her everything.
But at nine p.m., I slip into the peep room unnoticed and take my seat. A bottle of Macallan sits on the table, and my first glass is already in my hand by the time the lights appear behind the peep glass.
Anticipation lights up my chest, and my heart kicks hard against my ribs as the slow beat of EZI’s “Maraschino Love” fills the room.
Bianca appears, dressed in a black dress that barely reaches the top of her thighs and a pair of thigh-high boots that make me instantly hard.
Fuck.
Those boots.
Those legs.
That body.
I’m in so much trouble.
I drain my glass and pour another one, giving myself permission to sit back and enjoy the show.
She dances like a temptress, sensually moving those perfect curves in synchronicity with the song, and my body begins to hum as I watch.
Unable to take my eyes off her on the other side of the glass, I lean back in the chair. I’ve never jerked off while watching a performance in my club. I prefer any gratification to be taken in the privacy of my home.
Besides, a man is most vulnerable when he is mid-orgasm and I’m not making myself vulnerable in a dark room without any protection. I can see the headlines now. Don De Kysa assassinated while fucking his own hand at his club.
What a great fucking legacy that’d be.
Except, right now, my cock is fucking begging for it.
Watching Bianca run her hands all over her delicious body has me so fucking wound up I could burst.
I grip the end of the arm rest to stop myself from reaching inside my zipper.
But I have to adjust myself… just once.
Ok, twice.
Three times… fuck.
I begin to rub my cock through my suit pants.
She’s got me so hard I can’t help myself.
On the other side of the glass, she sits on a chair with her legs slightly parted as she trails the back of her fingers down the center of her body, from her cleavage down to her flat belly. Her thighs part further, and I can’t tear my eyes off the soft damp shadow on her satin panties.
She’s fucking wet.
This is turning her on.
Fuck.
My cock cries for me to pump it.
When her fingers reach the top of her panties and she dips them beneath so I can see the outline of her finger slide through her pussy, I can’t hold back. I grind my palm against my cock, mesmerized as she drags her free hand over a perfect pink nipple and crushes her teeth into her cushiony lip in pleasure.
God, I want to touch her.
Taste her.
The throbbing becomes too much.
Growling in submission, I unzip my pants and wrap my fingers around my cock. I start to pump slowly using the precum pooling in the head to lube each slow, torturous stroke.
“Are you watching me, lover?”
Bianca’s voice fills the room, and it’s like a shot of pure ecstasy to my brain.
Yes.
“Do you like what you see?”
Yes.
She starts to rub herself faster, her body growing restless, her breathing coming quicker.
“I like you watching me,” she moans. But it’s barely a whisper. Like she’s right beside me, whispering in my ear.
Heat soars through my body. I have to unbutton my shirt.
“Do you want to fuck me?”
God, yes.
She moans and I know she’s close to coming.
I let out a groan.
Because so am I.
Through heavy lids, I watch her rise from the chair and walk to the glass where she slides to her knees, her fingers in her panties, her other hand pressed against the glass.
“You want to watch me come, lover?” she moans in a voice laced in desperation and lust.
Yes. Yes. Fuck me, yes.
Her fingers work feverishly beneath her tiny red panties. While my hand runs up and down my cock, harder, faster.
My toes curl. I start to pant. There is so much pressure building, I think I’ll break apart when I come.
Her moans get louder.
Christ, she looks amazing.
“Are you going to come, lover?” she asks.
Yes.
She presses her palm to the glass and looks up through her long lashes. “Come in me.”
Fuck.
Me.
My orgasm tears out of me, and it’s a violent tide of pleasure and need and desire as streams of cum hit my abs. On the other side of the glass, Bianca arches her back, her hand still pressed firmly on the glass, the other in her panties, and she comes. And fuck she looks incredible as she’s coming. Her face is mesmerizing, and I can’t rip my gaze from her as I pump and pump and pump the release out of me.
I’m coming so hard it’s going to kill me.
My head falls back as ecstasy sweeps me away on a mindless ride to nowhere.
And just like that, it’s over. The music stops, and the lights disappear behind the glass, signaling the performance is over. But I can still feel her there, waiting for me in the darkness.