Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
I smile. Yeah, Carlos knows what kind of girl I am, and him telling me I have to wait won’t work. Maybe that’s why he hid his feelings from me for so long. I smile as I think about it, because that’s likely one hundred percent right. I would have been trying things like this long ago if I’d known. That would have gotten us in a whole lot of trouble, I’m sure.
My eyes travel down his body, admiring his broad chest, down the trail of hair that leads to what I can tell is a very hard cock. Slowly I slip onto the bed, trying not to wake him. I lightly grab the waistband of his boxer briefs and pull them down, revealing his cock to me. I don’t have the opportunity to admire it because I know my time is limited. I grab him in a firm hold and take him right into my mouth, like all the books I’ve read over the years have described.
“Heavenly.” My name comes from Carlos’s mouth in a strangled moan, and I slide farther down onto him. I feel his hand go to my hair, taking it in a tight fist. I suck harder, scared he is going to pull me off, but he only holds on to me. “Oh God… You don’t…understand…I can’t last.”
He growls, but I keep moving, sliding up and down on him. His cock fills my mouth, and his other hand slides up the shirt I have on. I open my legs a little more for him, and he goes straight for my clit, making me moan around his thick shaft.
“I’m going to cum,” he grunts, and I sink all the way down on him, feeling my own orgasm as close as his.
I’m getting turned on by the sounds he’s making, and it’s pushing me to the edge. I can tell he’s losing any control he may have had. I swallow when I reach the base of his cock, and salty-sweet warmth hits the back of my throat. I swallow it down and moan out my own climax around him. My orgasm rips through me, and my legs feel weak.
I don’t know how, but when I open my eyes I’m lying on top of Carlos with his arms wrapped around me.
“Heavenly,” he mumbles as he places kisses on my face. I look at him through heavy lids and smile.
“I got into your little secret room,” I tease, and feel his body tense up under me. I narrow my eyes on him. Then suddenly I catch something out of the corner of my eye. “What the heck?”
I sit up, quickly looking around. Then I jump from the bed.
“It’s not what you think.”
There isn’t much in the room. Only a bed with a few chairs, but up against one wall is a table with ten screens over it. I walk over to them, and my eyes go from monitor to monitor.
“Okay, maybe it is what you think,” Carlos says.
I glance over my shoulder to see him getting up from the bed. He runs a hand across his face, then through his dark hair.
“I started sleeping in here after I told you that you couldn’t sleep with me anymore,” he admits.
“Is that when you did this?” I ask, pointing to the images.
He shakes his head, and I swear I see him blush. “I did that years and years ago,” he admits a little sheepishly.
I look back at the monitors that are showing my house. They don’t just cover the outside of my home, but the orchard, too. The place I used to lie for hours and sometimes read. A few more cameras are spread out inside my house, too, it appears. One points down the hall at the door that goes to my bedroom, another in the kitchen, and one even in the little office I often use.
“You watch me.” It isn’t a question. It’s there on the wall to see. “And then when I didn’t come to your bed anymore, you slept in here to try to be close to me.”
I turn around to look at him, and he nods.
“So you’re a bit of a stalker.” I put my hand on my hips, trying to pretend I’m mad.
His eyes narrow on me. “I can’t stalk something that belongs to me.”
He issues his own challenge back at me. I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling. I don’t care that Carlos watched me. In fact, I like it. I probably like it way more than I should. It feels dirty and sweet, and I know it goes against what he thinks is right, but he couldn’t help himself when it came to me, it seems.
“Well, let’s just see how good you are at it,” I say, and I take off for the door.