Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 84446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
I reached for the book, a fucking solid tome with the book page edges painted to make a scene featuring some sort of castle.
I didn’t know shit about book genres, but the art on the cover gave me fantasy vibes as I moved it out of the kitchen, setting it on the table just inside the door.
Had she brought the book with her, I wondered as I joined the party, but found myself too distracted to focus. Or had she gone out shopping?
The thought felt strange.
As if Lore existed only in my bed, and not as a person who moved around freely.
Not that I wanted her to be a fucking prisoner in the apartment. I guess I just… hadn’t given any thought to her walking around my neighborhood.
I lowered myself onto a bar stool near the pool table, pretending to pay attention to a story one of my men was telling, but I felt far away.
It was sitting there, when there was a gap between the music and a lull in conversation, that I heard it.
This apartment had been renovated, sure, but the building was old. It had its quirks.
Like the shower plumbing making a strange, high-pitched, whirring sound when the water was turned on.
Which meant that, one floor above me, Lore was in the shower.
Naked.
Alone.
“Fuck it,” I murmured to myself as my cock started to thicken at just the idea of her. I threw back my drink, set the glass on the bar, then made my way upstairs.
Hearing the water slapping against the tile floor, I toed out of my shoes and socks, then reached for my shirt as I went to the bathroom door, turning the knob, and making my way inside.
Lore was turned away from me, letting me take in the fine slope of her back, the soft flare of her hips, and her sweet round ass without her even knowing I was there.
It was the sound of me kicking the door closed behind me that had her suddenly whipping around, eyes huge.
Even seeing me, she rushed to cover herself, wrapping an arm around her chest, hiding her tits, and pressing her thighs together.
Won’t lie.
That was cute as fuck, considering how well I already knew her body.
I reached down, unfastening my button and zipper, then pushed my pants down my legs.
I got to watch as realization dawned on her as I stepped out of the feet, then grabbed the waistband of my boxer briefs, yanking them down as I got closer to the shower niche.
She might be shy as fuck, but she couldn’t seem to stop her gaze from sliding down my body. And just the trail of her eyes over me felt like a fucking caress.
But then her gaze landed on my straining cock, and her lips parted as she sucked in a deep, greedy breath.
Greedy.
For my cock.
For me.
Fuck, if that wasn’t a good thought.
I moved into the niche, closing in on her as she leaned back against the cool tile, still covering herself.
“Don’t you think we’re past this, mouse?” I asked, reaching for her wrist, and drawing her arm down from her breasts. “Already seen all of you,” I reminded her as my hand slid up her arm, then across her chest, feeling the little shiver that coursed through her as my fingers teased over her breasts, her nipples hardening as goosebumps pricked her skin.
“I’ve already touched every inch of you,” I added as my fingers teased down her belly. “I’ve even tasted you,” I reminded her as my fingers slipped between her thighs, finding her already fucking drenched for me. “Did you forget?” I asked, finding her clit, and teasing it with a pressure too light to be anything but fucking torturous.
“No,” she whispered as her gaze held mine, feeling bolder than usual with her growing desire.
“Couldn’t fucking think straight,” I told her as my thumb stayed at her clit, and my fingers drifted down her sex. “Knowing you were up here… all wet for me,” I told her as my fingers slid inside her perfect pussy.
My other hand moved out, reaching for her hand, pulling it forward, and wrapping it around my aching cock.
Her tentative touch sent a jolt of need through my balls as her delicate fingers closed around my length, then tentatively stroked.
“Just like that,” I murmured, leaning in to press my lips to the spot on her throat she liked. “There you go,” I groaned as she gained confidence, working me faster, her pace matching how my fingers were fucking her.
Up this close, her little kitten noises were fucking hypnotic as her hips rocked against my palm, begging for more.
Begging for me.
“Your pussy is greedy for my cock, isn’t it?” I asked, straightening to watch her gaze as I said those dirty words, loving the way her cheeks went all pink, but her eyes went fucking molten. “Mouse?” I prompted when she didn’t answer me.