Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 94678 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94678 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Pre-cum leaks from the crown of my cock as I drink in the lusty expression softening her adorable features. Emerson has always been a sexpot, but now, dry humping my leg, she is more cute than fierce.
I love how she can flip a coin on its head and still be undoubtedly attractive.
I’ve never met a woman with so many layers of sexiness.
“Shh,” I murmur when Emerson’s next grind spurs enough excitement to interrupt the breathing pattern that announces she’s asleep.
She is seconds from waking, but I can’t allow that to happen yet. I need her to get off first, to return the confidence I stole when I made out I wasn’t interested when she laid herself bare before me.
“Keep going,” I encourage, my voice a husky whisper of lust and need. “Don’t stop. You’re so close to climax that I can taste it. You just need a little more.”
My fingers dig into the meaty flesh on her hip as I wedge my leg deeper between her thighs. Then I encourage the natural roll of her hips.
Lust crackles in the air as she rides my thigh for several long minutes, the friction unbelievably satisfying.
Who knew dry humping like a teen without protection could be more enticing than a foursome with three eager female participants?
“Fuck,” I murmur under my breath, breathing hard when Emerson adjusts her position.
When her knee squashes against my thickened crotch, I can’t help but match her grinds rock for rock.
A mouthwatering moan rolls up my chest when we find a perfect rhythm. Our pace is somewhere between manic fucking and soulful lovemaking, and the tension is insane.
Within minutes, a familiar sensation draws my balls in close to my body, my release close. I’m going to come in my pants like a virgin at a whore house, but nothing could stop this.
Our sexual chemistry has always been explosive, but this, having the ability to make Emerson come with her clothes on, is exhilarating.
It ensures I will wear the title of Pants Jizzer with honor.
Pleasure bubbles inside me, gathering momentum like a wildfire. The vein in my shaft throbs as spurts of pre-ejaculation lubricate my grinds.
“Keep going, Emmy. You’ve got me so fucking horny that I’m going to nut in my pants. But I need you to come first.” With honesty comes clarity. “I should never have placed my needs before yours. It won’t happen again.”
Her rocks double as she grinds against me unashamedly.
Her smell, her heated breaths, and those fucking moans I’ve masturbated to for a minimum of once a day for a decade are enough to set me off.
I could come right now.
I don’t purely because Emerson’s pleasure must come before mine.
Earlier, I acted selfishly. I refuse to display the ugliness of our separation for the second time in under twenty-four hours.
“Jesus, Emmy.” I barely recognize my voice. It is husky and brimming with need. “You’re going to make me come so hard… in my fucking pants… but I don’t care… you feel so good.” Desperate, lusty breaths separate each statement.
Electricity shoots through me, adding to the tingling sensation keeping my balls close to my body.
Emerson is as turned on as I am. Even through layers of clothes, I can confidently declare her pussy is hot and wet, and her moans… fuck. They have me on the cusp of release.
I hump her leg shamelessly, my focus on the fold at the side of her knee and how it sucks at my dick like her pussy would if I’d answer a single plea of the millions flooding my head.
We dry hump each other for the next several minutes, and then we surrender to a sensation greater than the lies attempting to pull us under.
Emerson comes with a moan, her entire body shuddering.
A few mewls escape her, but she tries to muffle them with pressed-together lips and furled brows.
Her efforts to act unaffected by the strength of the waves pummeling into her are stellar, but one name still seeps through the crack of her barely parted lips.
She whispers my name, and its husky delivery sets me off.
I come hard, the throbs of my cock as frantic as the grunts that flare my nostrils. Blood rushes to my ears as years of pent-up frustration expel me in thick, raring spurts.
My release takes forever to surrender its clutch on my senses, only ending when the throb of its aftershock matches the bobs of Emerson’s throat as she struggles to pretend she is still asleep.
Chapter 17
Emerson
As the tingling of my orgasm fades, embarrassment surfaces. I can’t believe I did that. I can’t believe I rode Mikhail’s thigh to climax, and now I am pretending to be asleep.
The start of our exchange and who made the first move are unclear to me, but I know who finished it.
Mikhail is a sex god. He knows exactly what to say and do to swoon you out of your panties, so to hear he was on the verge of coming in his pants from doing something as minute as a PG grind-up was addictive.