Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 148704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 744(@200wpm)___ 595(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 744(@200wpm)___ 595(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
Fuck.
I’m tempted to reach for myself.
To dive beyond my boxers and treat my dick the way she’s treating her pussy, but that’s bound to lead to more. No fucking way will my hands not wander. My gums will be bleeding by the time she’s done tonight.
“What do you think he’s doing to her?” I manage to force out.
A closed-lipped moan escapes Davis, one I know she tried to tamper down.
I’d have your ass for that if you were mine.
Layla’s moan follows, it’s short and quick; Willie’s isn’t far behind, and Davis shocks me with a husky chuckle.
“I think they’re almost there. They sound f-frustrated. Ready to c-come.”
Turning my head, I keep my eyes pointed on the slope of her body, wishing I could see the tautness of her nipples, but focused instead on the increasing speed of her hand.
“I think you’re right,” I whisper slowly, dragging out every word, so the warmth of my breath trickles over the exposed skin of her neck.
She stretches it back, revealing more for me, silently begging for me to reach out and touch it, kiss it. Squeeze it, but just a little.
I want to bite it like I did that day at Willie’s, but only so I can lick it after.
My mouth waters with the need to do just that.
The sounds coming from our neighbors are growing desperate, the air mattress beneath squeaking and grating against the leather of their teepee.
“I’d bet he’s got her on her knees now,” I tell her.
Davis’s leg hikes higher, lifting so it’s now rested over mine, and before I know what I’m doing, my palm is wrapped around her knee.
I pull it even higher, and her back bows.
“Can she… will she…” She gets lost in her own pleasure, that little hand of hers growing frantic.
“Will she finish like that?” I guess her question, and when she gives a swift nod, I confirm, “Oh, yeah. She’ll spread her legs wider for him when she’s close, and he’ll push deeper, thrust harder. His balls will slap at her clit, and after a few full strokes…” My grip tightens, my body gaining a little more control over my mind as I guide my palm higher, the pads of my fingertips sinking into the soft thickness of her thighs. “His wife will come for him. Hard, fast and best of all?” Davis pants into the air, her body quaking against mine. “With his name on her lips.”
“Oh god,” Davis whimpers, and her hand isn’t the only thing moving now.
She rolls her hips, and the lift of the blanket where her knuckles press against the fabric lowers. She’s cupping herself, pressing hard against her most needy spot, and I bet if I weren’t here, she’d flip onto her stomach and ride her closed fist.
Her moans grow deeper, needier, until the sounds slipping past her lips are nothing but anxious cries.
Every nerve ending in my body fires up and I start to sweat, the sounds coming from her too fucking much for this man to handle. I need her to stop.
I need her to come.
“Davis.”
“Mmm,” is the only thing she manages to say, and her sharp intake freezes in her throat, her muscles locking.
“Come, Sweets,” I coo. “Pinch your clit, hard, and squeeze those pussy walls, hmm?” My nose brushes along her shoulder, and she gasps, long and loud.
Her body quakes, and then her head lifts, all to slam back into the pillow as she comes.
The sound, the eager, deprived whimper and the tremble that follows. Fuck me. Her other arm shoots up and I fixate on the movement, anticipating what she plans to do with it.
My Sweets hand slips beneath her shirt, into her bra, and this time, the quiet groan that fills the air might be mine.
She tweaks her nipple and with every move of that hand, she jerks.
Is she pinching or pulling? Flicking or squeezing?
I don’t know, but what I do is that she’s dragging out her orgasm, intensifying it because coming by clit stimulation isn’t enough. She needs more.
This is Davis we’re talking about.
She is more.
It takes several minutes for her breathing to return to normal, and when a soft little sigh floats past her lips, I release her, letting her leg fall limp between us.
My cock rages, weeping for attention, but doesn’t so much as flex.
Not two minutes into the silence a muffled whistling sound breaks through, and both of us break out into a laugh at the same exact time.
Willie’s putting air back into their mattress.
“You nasty little fuckers!” he teases loudly. “I’ll be expecting a standing ovation for my performance tomorrow!”
At that, we all laugh.
Davis’s sleepy sigh follows, and she turns onto her side, tucking the blankets up to her neck, the way she’s always liked them.
“God, I seriously can’t wait,” she mumbles sleepily.
Curious, I turn to face her. “For what?”