Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
I’m rubbing my fingers over my clit, then up and down my folds. You’re making me really wet, Elias. I can’t ever remember being this wet before. I’m so soaked. I feel like I could have the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life.
Imagine me walking into the room, he texts just as fast. I pull your pants down and start stroking your wet pussy. Then I slip my finger inside of you, teasing, testing how tight you’re going to be. I’ll push deep, getting your horny slit ready for my cock.
Is it big? I type, my body beginning to shudder, feeling like I’m caught up in some kind of spell.
Do you promise to keep everything between us?
My heartbeat gets even faster, something I thought was impossible.
Yes, I swear.
Then I can show you if you want. But only you.
Forever, I mentally add. It’s just me and him, Della and Elias, nobody else.
Distantly, I wonder how this will seem once the steaminess has passed, if we’ll both feel as though we’ve jolted awake from a dream.
But that seems so far away it’s not even worth thinking about.
About thirty seconds later, a ten-second video comes through.
I gasp as I stare at his massive size, his strong hand gripping the base and then stroking to the tip.
His length glistens with precome. He’s so huge his hand covers less than half as he holds himself at the base.
I’ve never sent a video like that, he texts a moment later. But you, Della, you’re something else.
You’re massive, I reply. Oh my God. You’re so big.
But your pussy will take me. You’ll take every inch. I’ll start slow at first, lying you on your back and driving up inside.
Yes? I text when he stops.
My hand is rubbing between my legs, my clit getting hot, so much wetness making my core tingle. I wonder if maybe I could take his massive dick.
Then I’ll feel your pussy getting ready to take more of me. I’ll get faster, pounding you into the bed, watching those big beautiful tits bounce around for me. You’ll do what I say when I tell you to push them together, to massage them for me, won’t you?
Yes, I manage to type. I’m so close, Eli….
Nobody calls me Eli, he responds. But you can. Only you….
My heart whelms the same moment my pussy starts to pulse, my core fluttering.
Record yourself as you cream for me, he sends.
I can’t. It’s embarrassing.
Not you naked. Not even shirtless. Just your face. That’s all I need. Your gorgeous face as you let it all go.
Are you sure that’s enough?
I think I can do that for him.
It’s more than enough, he sends. But you don’t have to do it. I’d hurt any bastard who tried to make you do something you’re not comfortable with. And I’d never want to be that man myself.
I turn on my camera, wondering if I’ll be able to do it as I activate the selfie recording.
But then I close my eyes, and it’s like my innate drive to be with him takes over.
I see the fantasy he described, him walking into the room, naked with that huge precome-soaked cock ready to slip inside of me.
I rub my fingers quicker, struggling to hold the camera, my hand getting slippery as I rub from my clit through my slit and back again.
I’m rubbing so fast, I can’t think, can’t see anything as my eyes close…just pure white, like heaven, the blissful glow of the release.
I whimper, biting down, my body shuddering as the orgasm makes everything perfect for what feels like a long time.
I’m floating into the fiction, imagining Eli’s huge dick gliding inside of me, his engorged end exploding with wave after wave of his seed, all of it gushing up inside of me.
It settles there, getting ready to build our future.
I gasp, dropping my phone, then quickly send him the video before I can chicken out.
As the orgasm leaves me and I leave this heightened state, I wonder if I’ve made a mistake, going too far.
Is he going to share that video? Or the photo of me?
You just made me explode. He sends half a minute or so later. You looked so damn captivating when you finished. I just wish I could be the one making you do it.
Eli… can I ask you something?
Of course.
I take a breath, knowing I’ll need to go to the bathroom to clean up soon. My panties feel sticky, my sex is sore, but in a good way, and a contented feeling takes hold of me.
Can you delete those photos and videos?
I’ll do it right now.
Do you want me to do the same? I ask.
It’s your choice, he replies. But I get why you wouldn’t want photos of you out there. It’s done. I’ve deleted them.
Promise?
Maybe this may come across as needy, but I have to push past the instinct to criticize myself.