Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Because I don’t want anybody else to touch you. It’s like he’s whispering right beside me, like his breath is moving over my body, the way he makes me shift in my chair. It’s making me so hard.
Yeah, right…
It is. I just got out of the shower.
My thoughts blaze. Is he trying to drive me nuts? It doesn’t help that work has quieted down a lot this afternoon. Ralph has been out for a “business lunch” all day. My other coworkers keep to themselves. It’s just me with little work and this tingling between my legs.
What does that mean?
It means I can show you I’m not messing around.
I move my hand under the desk, up my leg, feeling the teasing, the aching, the way my core seems to rub up against my underwear. I’m close to the edge when he sends another text.
Do you want to see, Lexi?
Ever since I learned they were a thing, I could never see the appeal in dick pics. Whenever I heard about it, I couldn’t imagine thinking having that “pop up” in your inbox would be a good thing. I’d make jokes about it. I never imagined this all-consuming sizzling covering my body. I never imagined the way I’d want to touch myself at work.
Yes, I type slowly. It’s the truth.
A photo appears. He’s holding his massive dick in his hand. He’s got big hands, but he’s covering maybe only half of it, his tip bulging, looking so ready, so intimidating. A strange mixture of lust and something else hums through me. I can’t pretend I don’t want it, want him, because I’m still aching. I feel my pussy getting wet. I haven’t even touched myself.
You’re so big. You know I’ve never done this before, right?
I’m not TOO big, Lexi. I saw how badly you wanted me. Just as badly as I want you.
You speak like somebody with a lot of experience.
No, Lexi. It’s not like that. The partying, womanizing life was never for me. I trust my senses. I’ve always had to—an occupational requirement—and I know what I saw with you.
What did you see? I send, then scroll back up to his manhood, staring, my lady bits tingling almost like my body’s trying to get me to imagine taking him in my mouth.
I saw a woman who’s been waiting, Lexi. That night meant something to you, too.
When you saved me from myself? Of course, it did, but I didn’t think you were interested. I didn’t think I even registered on your radar.
Do you think I send photos like that often?
I don’t know. DO you?
Hell no, but with you, I lose control too easily. I can’t help myself. I imagine that big hand stroking up and down his dick as he looks at me, captivated by me in a way I never dreamed anybody would be, in a way I never wanted anybody to be. You were asking about later.
Yeah, but Colt—I stop typing and stare at my words. My vision’s getting blurry, but that has to be melodrama. That has to be childish silliness. There’s no way, but that’s how it feels: my world is spinning too fast. I can’t do everything you want.
What do you mean?
I force myself to type, force myself to be honest. I don’t want to start this—whatever it is—by disappointing him. I have to be braver now, tougher.
I can’t just force myself to be some sexual freak. That’s what I mean! This is all new to me.
I send the message, then send another one. Do you still want to see me later?
Then I wish I could snatch it right back. Why did I send that? I go to delete it, but then the delivery status says read, so I know he’s seen it. I lock the screen, stuff it in the drawer, stand up, and pace a small circuit of my tiny office. I’m putting myself beneath him like his attention means everything to me, and I’m pathetic or something. It’s embarrassing.
My phone makes a buzzing noise. It sends a similar shock of something through me, a buzz that has me biting my lip like I’m in a fifties drama or something. The silly actress stumbles over herself for the male lead, who will never want her.
I grab my phone anyway. I need to see you; it’s not about want. Don’t worry. I’ll do my best to wait for you, Lexi, but let me tell you something. Those instincts are going to take over sooner or later, and when you’re ready to give that body to me, I’m going to make you melt.
You know I’m at work, right? I text, trying to be good, but I’ve instantly forgotten about feeling ashamed. I’ve forgotten about how good I’m supposed to be.
I know, Lexi. It’s not my fault my beautiful virgin makes me lose control.