Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
“My baby wants my fingers, that’s what she’ll get.” He takes over, cupping my center with his palm. The warmth from my flesh meets the heat of his hand. The feeling is indescribable, and he hasn’t even done anything else yet.
I move my hand away, wanting to feel him, too, and while I vividly remember Tysen not wanting me near his cock until I got off, today, that won’t be happening. My hands work at his belt. The clanking of the metal and our heavy breathing are the only noises you can hear in the bathroom. I yank at the button, pull his zipper down, and then I’m greeted with the thickest cock I’ve ever laid eyes on. My gaze moves from Tysen’s dick to his face, wanting to see all of him as my hand surrounds his shaft. “Christ, Maci, hold me just like that,” he says between deep breaths. His body heaves, much like mine, and when I feel him drag the tips of his fingers along my slit, I’m lost in my own desire.
“Tys.” I start to slowly stroke him, and while I’m not obeying him in only holding him, he’s also doing more to me. Tysen moves my panties to the side, then two fingers slide up and down my slick center, gathering my wetness and causing me to stutter in my movements.
“One finger or two, Maci?” I don’t answer, too caught up in the frenzy of sensations he’s pushing me through. “Tell me this, has anyone been inside you since I’ve had you?” I shake my head as one digit slides in, stopping at the first knuckle and testing my limits.
“N-no.” Tysen’s hand slides to the nape of my neck, moving my head so I’m staring up into his eyes. This is the man I remember, the rugged, rough around the edges, makes you feel good before he does, and demands me in a way I’ve never experienced before. I do the only logical thing next: I ask him the same question. “Have you?” He tips his head to the side, and I elaborate, “Been with anyone since me.” My voice is soft and quiet. I’m annoyed at myself for acting like a meek girl. Even if he says yes, it’s not like I’m going to wrench his hand away.
“Fuck no. Woman, you’ve got me so messed up, a woman so much as looks at me, and I’m disgusted. I’ve used my hand so many damn times a day, my palm is calloused.” He thrusts the rest of his finger inside me before pulling it back and adding the second. My body locks tightly, and when he flicks them together in a flurry of movements, I’m right there. Try as I might to hold back, there’s no way possible. Instead, I try to focus on making Tysen feel good like he’s doing to me. My thumb sweeps over the head of his cock, coming away with moisture, and I use it to help my palm glide easier down his length. As soon as I get into a rhythm, he ups the ante, moving faster, rubbing the palm of his hand against my already overstimulated clit.
“Tys.” My hips rock upward, and my hand digs into the back of his neck while my other holds on to his dick.
“Fuck, Maci. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants while I keep up with my swift and steady moments. Our eyes are still locked on one another’s. There’s no denying our chemistry or the pull we have for each other. I hate that my note disappeared, that I was left wondering if he even cared, and for him to have felt the same sort of emotion. It makes me want to crumble into a fit of tears, except Tysen, who I now know is Tysen Vaughn, is here in front of me, and he’s making me come alive in the best way possible.
“So close. God, I’m so close,” I respond as he slams his digits in and out of my tight center. Tysen is stretching me, filling me with his thick fingers that aren’t even as big as his cock. I’ll never forget when I first came into contact with him. My eyes bulged wondering how he’d fit inside me. He saw the expression on my face, smirked, and then told me to hold on. He proceeded to use his mouth and fingers, getting me off as fast as he could, leaving me wanting more. Never in my life did I ever experience what I have and am experiencing now with Tysen.
“Get there, babe,” he groans. His jaw tightens, his corded muscles flex, and through it all, he doesn’t miss a beat. My hand slackens its hold on his dick, unable to keep up while my orgasm rolls through me. I’m no longer able to keep my gaze on his. My head tips back, my mouth parts, and I’m shattered.