Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
With one hand still on the woman, he reaches into his jacket and takes out a pistol. Fear paralyzes me. Everything freezes. I struggle to accept what’s happening as I stare down the barrel of the gun.
“That’s the last time you tell me what I can and can’t do,” he growls. “I visited this apartment when your mommy was alive. I know you’ve got two bedrooms. We’re staying.”
He prods me with the gun, the barrel cold against my forehead.
“Uh, uh, yes,” I say, my voice a croak of pure terror. “Okay. Um. Oh, God.”
“Keep it together,” he snarls. “You won’t even know we’re here. Just keep your goddamn mouth shut and maybe you’ll make it out of this alive.”
Four
KILLIAN
Ispring up from my latest push-up set, my body burning, sweat sliding down my pecs and over my stomach as I try to force my mind not to think about earlier, about Lucy, about that smoking hot dress and her round mounds tempting me, her thick delicious legs in those stockings, the subtle makeup around her honey-colored eyes bringing out her natural beauty.
But trying not to think about her just makes it more difficult. My balls ache, full of lust, my shaft tingling and growing hard each time my memory goes back. I was so close to her, my body brushing hers as she led me to her dog, her round ass tempting me to reach forward, squeeze her, massage her thickness and make her shiver as she grew wet and excited.
Lying in bed, I stare at the ceiling, knowing sleep is a long, long way off. It’s not because I’ve got a meeting with my uncle in the morning. He asked to see me, made it seem casual, like he wanted to catch up. We do this from time to time, and the meetings never amount to anything. But this time, I need to dig.
Did he have anything to do with my father’s car crash? Maybe he cut the brakes?
These thoughts are surprisingly quiet in my mind. Lucy is deafening. No matter how hard I try, I can’t stop thinking about how beautiful and sexy she looked this morning. Her expression had sassiness and confidence in it.
It was like she knew the effect she was having on me. The pendant rested near her cleavage, drawing my eye to her thickness. I can’t let her know how badly I wanted to let the demon out in me, how badly I wanted to rip down the front of her dress and reveal her gorgeous curves.
My mouth watered as I imagined massaging her breasts, sucking her nipples until they pebbled with desire, pushing her tits together as her moans filled the air, growing more excited with each sound. I envisioned sliding my hand up her stocking, pushing it down, slipping my touch into her underwear to find her wet, eager lips.
I can’t fight it anymore. The more I fantasize, the harder my manhood becomes, my lust turning to steel and pressing against my briefs. I wriggle them down, letting my hardness spring free, precome burning at the tip.
In my mind, she gasps, her eyebrows shooting up as she gazes at my length. When I wrap my hand around my base, I imagine it’s her touch instead. I feel her stroking up and down, coaxing more hunger out of me, her breasts shifting in time with her movements.
I imagine laying her on the counter, bringing my swollen desire to her entrance, looking into her honey-colored eyes as I push inside her. Oh, fuck. My hand moves so fast, precome slickly spreading up and down my length.
In the fantasy, she gasps, pushing her breasts together, nodding as she coaxes me closer to the edge. It’s like I can feel her tight, needy tunnel around my length as I squeeze my hand, as if her perfect body is begging me to unleash on her.
I lean down, no longer feeling like it’s a fantasy. It’s as if I’m in the bakery, my manhood buried inside her, our bodies rocking urgently. I can taste her lips, feel her body against mine. Her nails dig into my shoulders as she pulls me closer, moaning in my ear.
I groan, my hand pumping urgently up and down my rock-hard cock.
Hot come surges up my shaft, pulsing as my tip aches for release.
I gasp, come exploding out of me, landing on my firm stomach and slipping between the rivulets of my abs. I sit up, looking down at what I’ve done… it’s the first time I’ve pleasured myself thinking about Lucy, though I’ve thought about it a lot. Until now, I’ve managed to resist the urge.
Walking into the en-suite, I get in the shower and turn the water up hot, hoping to wash away what I just did. But now that I’ve crossed the line, it’s far too tempting to think about doing it again.