Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 72561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
He didn’t stop, though. Instead, he got closer. He was so close to the curtains that I could’ve thrown the dildo I was masturbating with at him and struck him with it.
Not that I would have. He probably would’ve kept it in retaliation, but still. He was so close that I could swear he heard my labored breathing.
Our hands worked on our bodies in unison. I watched him work himself faster and faster, moving his hand so quick down his hard length that it was a blur.
My eyes threatened to close as my orgasm became imminent, but I fought it. I didn’t want to miss a second of this show.
Moments later, my orgasm blasted over me.
My nipples tightened to hard peaks, and goose bumps broke out over my skin, despite the muggy air. Lightening shot down my spine and centered in my pussy as I shoved the dildo inside me even harder, prolonging the release that was rocking my body.
His hoarse shout had me snapping my eyes open to watch as his hand worked his own orgasm out of his dick, jetting hot spurts of semen into his hand.
His eyes looked over to mine as he watched me slowly pull out the purple dildo, and he smiled before letting the curtain go once more.
It was then that I realized he’d seen me come, and I’d seen him do the same.
He’d moved the curtain.
Holy shit.
His dick was huge.
Holy shit.
Now I was horny all over again.
Fuck.
***
The note on my car, before I left for work, had me blushing so hard that I felt lightheaded.
‘WAS IT AS GOOD FOR YOU AS IT WAS FOR ME?—LOKI’.
The handwriting was in all caps, and had a slight lean to the right, and I knew instantly whom it was from.
My neighbor.
Loki.
At least I had his name now.
Loki...the biker. The very big, scary biker who belonged to a biker gang.
When those bikers had pulled up that day, four months ago, in their black leather, riding those massive bikes, my breath froze in my chest.
They were all massive and scary looking, and the older one, the one with the goatee down to his chest, was quite intimidating. Especially when his eyes moved to me, pinning me in place as he surveyed me.
The only reason he’d finally moved his eyes away from me was to turn to the man, Loki, who’d come running out of his house in a freakin’ towel.
He’d yelled that he’d be right out, and then turned, except he stopped in his tracks when he saw me checking out his luscious body.
I knew he had a great body hiding under those ratty clothes, but holy shit.
Over the past few months, I had a plethora of Jill Till images of him in my mind that I thought about whenever I needed release. In fact, my Jill Till was so freaking full of him all hot and sweaty that I thought I couldn’t possibly add any more to it.
Then last night, I’d seen even more of that delicious body, and I realized that I wanted him so bad that it literally hurt.
Which led me to this morning and the note.
My phone jingled as I balanced my bag, and drink, so I sat it all on top of my car to answer it before dropping down inside.
“Hello?” I answered as I started my car.
“Chan? Hey, do you want to go get our nails done?” Brittany asked.
Today was Brittany’s only day off.
However, it was Saturday, and I had to work at my second job with The Bayou Funeral Home.
Normally, I wouldn’t go out this early, but I’d gotten a call from Ray Platt, the manager, asking if I could work in the ‘parlor’ as he liked to call it. Really, it was just a glorified receptionist, but still, someone had to do it, and he’d promised me a bonus.
A bonus I needed to pay my part for the foundation to be fixed. Especially now that it was affecting my being able to close and lock the doors. Ordinarily, I shouldn’t have to mess with something like a foundation since I’m renting, but the door not shutting was making me nervous. The landlord told me I would have to kick in some cash if I wanted it done.
I hadn’t been able to lock my back door in over a week because I couldn’t get it closed all the way.
Luckily my brother was there, even though he’d lost his job and hadn’t been able to pay rent in over a month now. The rent was more reasonable than anywhere else in the area and I could afford it on my own.
“I’m sorry, Brit. I have to go to work at The Bayou today. They needed me to stand in for Stephanie. Again. I could probably be considered full time in that position now with how much I’ve had to do it lately.”
As I spoke, I backed out of the driveway and started to drive away when a yell stopped me in my tracks.
Pressing my foot gently on the brake, I looked up to see my neighbor running towards me. At least I thought it was my neighbor, but where yesterday his hair was long and shaggy, today it was short and spiky. Making him look absolutely gorgeous.
“Jesus Christ...” I said to no one in particular.
“What...what?” Brittany yelled into my ear.
I ignored her though and instead cranked the window down keeping the phone wedged in between my face and shoulder.
“Y-yes?” I asked as he placed one hand on the top of my car, and the other on top of my door.
Then he leaned in and asked, “Did you want this stuff on top of your car?”
I looked up, as if I could see through the roof, and groaned. “Yes. Yes I did.”
He smiled wide, showing me straight white teeth, and handed me my bag and drink.
“Thank you,” I said huskily.
His eyes fastened onto my mouth, and then leaned in, kissing me softly on the lips. “You’re welcome.”
Then he was gone, leaving me panting behind him.