Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 288(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 288(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Closing my eyes, I turn on Roger and let my legs fall apart. Bringing the vibrator to my clit, I draw circles with the tip, teasing myself. My blood hums and pleasure blooms deep in my belly. I keep the vibration on low for now, almost like my little private foreplay.
When I can’t stand waiting any longer, I push the vibrator lower and into my opening. I’m already wet, so it slides in with ease, and a shudder ripples through me at the movement. Even though I’m alone, I bite my lip to stifle the moan trying to escape my lips.
Moving the vibrator in and out, I up the speed and let the pulses of vibration buzz through me. It doesn’t take long before the sound of my arousal fills my ears. I’m so wet, I should be embarrassed. Closing my eyes, an image of Warren pops into my mind. I can feel his hands on me, his knuckles skimming against my wet folds.
“Look at this mess. You’re all fucking wet… what will I do with you now?” My pulse quickens, and my pussy quivers, my body on the edge of an orgasm.
“Oh, god…” I pant into the empty room, fucking myself faster and faster.
“Come, show me how much your pussy craves my cock...show me, Harper…” I squeeze my eyes closed tighter, and air rapidly enters my lungs as I fall over the edge and into stormy waters to the sound of Warren’s deep angry voice. I let the waves of pleasure wrap around me, tugging me deeper and deeper. My heart races, and I do my best to focus on the pleasure and not the fact that I just came to imagining his voice.
I’ve barely come down from my high when a loud knock fills the room. For a moment, I’m paralyzed, still suspended in time. Is someone at the door? I can’t be sure, my mind hasn’t fully returned to this room yet. Part of it is still somewhere up in the clouds.
“Open the door, Harper. I know you’re in there. You can’t hide forever,” my cousin Valerie’s voice pierces through the lustful fog around my head. I’m up, scrabbling to find my pants and pull them on before she kicks the door in. Seriously, she would do it. I’ve finally got everything into place when I start walking toward the door. Then I remember the vibrator is still on and sitting on the bed. Shit.
“Do you want to pay for a new door because I will seriously kick…”
Rushing over to the bed, I turn the thing off and stuff it under my pillow before jogging back over to the front door. I tuck any loose strands of hair behind my ear and unlock the door, opening it slowly. I know before Valerie even says anything that I look guilty. My cheeks are blazing, and my insides are knotted. What’s the point of masturbating if I didn’t get to enjoy the aftershocks?
Valerie eyes me like she’s a detective. “What were you doing?” She questions walking into the small space with her arms crossed over her chest, and her eyes narrowed.
Rolling my eyes, I close the door, “Nothing, Val, unpacking and getting used to the place.”
“Hmmm.” She nibbles on her bottom lip. “Why are you so sweaty?”
Self-consciously, I look down at the floor. “I’m not, and if I am, it’s because of all the moving.”
“Right, like I believe that.” She busts out with laughter. Looking up from the floor, I see she’s straightened her silky brown hair and painted her face on.
“What do you want? I thought you had plans, and that’s why you couldn’t do Chinese with me?” I try not to sound upset about it, but I kind of am. After the crap with Warren, I really could’ve used someone to talk to right away. Valerie, of course, said she had plans, and I wasn’t going to spill my guts about Warren to her over the phone.
“No longer is it me that has plans but us.” Her thick brown eyebrows wiggle back and forth, and I know whatever it is that’s including us, I’m not going to like.
“What are these plans you have because if it involves boys, booze, or birth control, I’m not game.” I purse my lips and stare at her head-on. Valerie and I couldn’t be any different. Yes, we look similar, both of us having the same silky brown hair and light hazel eyes, but outside of that, there is no comparison. I’m a straight A student, grades and blazing a path for myself have always been the most important things to me.
Drinking, partying, and sleeping around have been Valerie’s. Since she was a teenager, she’s been trouble, and college life was merely a gateway to all of her favorite events. Valerie doesn’t go to school here, neither does she want to. She chose the local community college, and honestly, I was surprised by that. To finance her school, she works as a waitress at a local burger joint, which she claims she loves because of the great tips. I can hardly believe that since waitresses barely make anything.