Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48258 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48258 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
It’s then I realize I may have actually done it, and I still my movements. “Umm,” I say, glancing down at my slick cock. “Lying in bed.”
“Oh. I’m sorry, did I wake you up? It’s still early.” Her tone changes from pissed to apologetic, and I bet she looks so fucking adorable right now.
“No, I’m wide awake,” I say as I go back to jerking off my cock.
I couldn’t take it. All day I was surrounded by her things and the vision of her this morning was burned into my brain. I kept thinking about waking up next to her like that and sinking deep in her pussy before the sun came up. Everything about her has me strung tight and I need some release. So when I got home I stripped down and spread out on the bed. Of course she calls me right when I’m imagining bending her over that kitchen counter and making my dick disappear inside her.
“It really is beautiful,” she says, and for a second I think she might be talking about my cock. “It’s exactly what I wanted.”
“I know,” I say and squeeze my cock tight, imagining it’s her doing it. Her small, soft hand wrapping around me. “I just want you to have the house you love.”
“Why would you do this for me?”
There’s hesitancy in her voice, and I don’t know how to tell her that I’m doing this because I’m crazy about her. Some guys might have just bought her flowers or asked her on a date. I go in with a sledgehammer and take down a wall. I guess we’ve all got our own strengths.
“Because you deserve it. You deserve everything,” I say, closing my eyes and thrusting up into my hand.
“I don’t even know how to respond to that.”
“You don’t have to do anything. Just let me take care of it.”
“Are you working out? You sound out of breath.”
I laugh, and it reaches deep down in my soul. “I’m not exercising at the moment, but my heart rate is definitely elevated.”
She’s quiet for a second and then it sounds like she’s back to pacing. “I think we need to discuss everything you’re going to do to my house. And then we need to have a contract. I want it on paper what I’m paying for.”
“Anything you want, Genevieve,” I say, loving the sound of her name on my lips. “Why don’t I come over for coffee in the morning and we can talk.”
There’s a hesitation from her, and I wonder if she’s remembering the coffee from this morning, and how fucking sexy she looked.
“Can’t we do this over email or something?”
“Am I that terrible to look at?” I say, pretending to be offended. I don’t know why she keeps putting distance between us, when all I want to do is press my body against hers. And I know I’m not the only one who feels this attraction. I can see the way she looks at me. I can feel the electricity between us. “I’ll bring breakfast.”
“Fine. But I’m only in this for the food,” she says, and it makes me smile from ear to ear.
“If that’s the way I’m going to get you, then so be it,” I say, but I don’t give her a chance to respond. “I’ll see you bright and early. Make sure you’ve got some pants on this time. Otherwise I might not be able to control myself.”
I wait for a moment, and when I hear stunned silence on the other end of the line I laugh again.
“Goodnight, Genevieve.”
“Goodnight, Barrett.”
I end the call, toss the phone on the bed beside me and let out the curse I’d been holding back. Now I use both hands to grab my length and stroke it up and down while I think about her. I can picture her right now, with her big round ass bent over and her legs apart. In my mind she looks back at me over her shoulder and begs me to fuck her. To fill her pussy up and make her ache go away.
“Genevieve,” I groan and feel the release building up. I’ve been teasing myself this whole time, and now after hearing her voice I won’t be able to hold back.
The base of my cock throbs and my balls draw up tight. My hands are slick as they speed up, and the intense need takes over. My fingers begin to massage as the first splash of cum hits my stomach. “Fuck,” I grunt through clenched teeth when it intensifies and I keep cumming.
I gasp for air and then tense as the last spurts of cum fall from the tip of my cock. My vision is blurry, but the ache between my legs is gone. For now. When I reach beside me for the hand towel I brought in here, I see my phone.