Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
“See you tonight, Layla,” he growls.
He shuts the gate behind him, and I don’t realize I’ve been holding my breath until it comes out in a whoosh.
…What the fuck have I gotten myself into here?
Later that night, I approach my bathroom hesitantly. His room is dark when I creek into my dark bathroom, and I quickly scurry over to close my blinds. I turn the lights on and take a long, hot shower to clean the chlorine off of me. When I’m done, I step out and dry off before wrapping a towel around myself. I pause, glancing at the blinds over my window, and I bite my lip. Swallowing, I reach over and flick the lights off, and then I step towards the window.
I push one of the slats of the blinds open, and I peer out. Mason’s room is still dark, and I feel a little of my nervous tension ease up.
“Little shit was fucking with me,” I mutter. I sigh and open the blinds, when suddenly, his bedroom lights flick on. I gasp and jump back from my window, but I can see him standing there in his, looking right at me with just a towel around his waist.
“Fucker!” I hiss, blushing in embarrassment. I hug my towel tighter, and I’m about to get the hell out of the bathroom, when my phone rings. It’s Mason, of course.
“What,” I hiss.
Mason sighs. “Can I get some privacy, please?”
I roll my eyes, blushing. “Close your blinds then,” I mutter.
He sighs. “You know, I would, but they fell down.” His eyes hold mine across the divide between us, and I shiver.
“Maybe you could come over and help me put them back up,” he growls quietly.
I bite my lip. “I’m sure your mother would love that.”
“I could just come over there instead,” he purrs.
“No,” I whisper. “No, Mason, you’re not coming over here.”
“Why not?”
I swallow. “You know why not,” I whisper quietly.
He grins hungrily. “Well, then we could just do this again.”
I shiver, raking my teeth over my lip. “Mason—”
He suddenly lets his towel slip just a little, and I gasp as the base of his thick cock slips into view.
“Mason,” I hiss, my pulse beating faster and a forbidden desire burning inside of me already. “You seem to think this is a game.”
He slowly shakes his head. “No, I don’t,” he growls. “A game suggests the outcome is undecided.”
“And this one is?”
“Yeah, Layla,” he grunts. “Yeah, it is.”
I swallow, trembling heatedly and squeezing my thighs together. “And what outcome is that?” I whisper breathlessly.
“You begging me for my cock.”
Before my brain can even process the crude and yet completely panty-meltingly hot thing he’s just said to me, Mason drops his towel. My mind goes blank, and my jaw drops when my eyes land on his huge, rock-hard cock. He wraps a hand around his thickness, and when he strokes, I moan.
“Say yes, Layla. You have no idea how long I’ve fucking wanted you,” he hisses.
I whimper, gripping my towel tightly and feeling the heat pool between my legs. “How long?”
“Longer than you want to know, trust me,” he hisses.
I moan, my entire body shivering as I watch him stroke his cock.
“Show me,” he growls lowly.
“Mason…”
“Show me,” he growls deeply, making me whimper. And before I know it, I’m doing as he says. I reach up and pull the towel away to let it drop. And then, once again, despite all the chastising I’ve given myself for it today, I’m naked in front of a naked Mason again, showing him everything.
He groans roughly into the phone. “Fucking hell, Layla,” he hisses. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”
I moan, stepping closer to the glass, my eyes locked with his and my pulse racing.
“Touch yourself,” he purrs. “Touch your pussy, Layla. Show me how fucking wet you are for me.”
With a broken moan, my hand drops between my legs. I run a finger up my lips and part them. I rub my fingertip over my clit, and I shiver as I moan into the phone for him.
Mason growls and strokes his fat cock, watching me intently. I start to lose myself in it—in letting him see me like this. I can feel myself getting so fucking wet as I shamelessly play with my pussy for him, watching him jerk off for me.
“Hey, Layla?”
“Yes?” I moan.
The lights in his room suddenly shut off, and I hear him snicker into the phone.
“Oh you asshole!” I gasp, lunging away from the window and grabbing my towel. I yank it around myself, trembling all over from being so close to release. “You little shit!”
Mason chuckles into the phone. “The game is on, Layla.”
I scowl. “What?” I hiss. “No! No fucking games!”
He says nothing, and after a long pause, I roll my eyes at myself and frown.
“Okay, okay,” I mutter. “What’s the fucking game?”