Total pages in book: 186
Estimated words: 176552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 883(@200wpm)___ 706(@250wpm)___ 589(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 883(@200wpm)___ 706(@250wpm)___ 589(@300wpm)
The caterer wanted to walk through the space too, get a feel for the layout. It was a simple, mundane conversation to keep things lax while we each processed what we’d just learned. The moment I was alone again, I went straight into my bathroom, shutting the door behind me with a quiet finality. My shirt came off in the same motion.
I turned the shower knob all the way hot.
Steam rolled out instantly, a wall of heat I welcomed. I undressed in silence, muscles pulled tight across my frame, tension humming in every inch of me. I unscrewed the rings from my piercings one by one, careful with the pressure. The metal was cool in my palm, catching the light before I dropped each engraved barbell into the sterile dish by the sink. It was a sanitary thing I couldn’t help but do. I stepped into the shower, and the water hit me like fire, scalding hot. I tilted my head back, closed my eyes, and slowly exhaled, letting the day bleed out and wash down the drain.
As I stood there, the memory of her slipped back in. The way her breath hitched and how she had melted when I placed myself on top of her. That body—fuck. Toned and curved in all the right places. Those thighs, the kind that’d make a man lose his religion. She was perfect. Strong but soft in places that made my hands ache to leave marks. I needed her scent clinging to my sheets and all over me.
I’d seen her body in bikinis and a few times in nothing but a T-shirt and boy shorts.
It was nothing like seeing her tonight.
My head pressed against the cold, unforgiving slate of the shower wall, the water scalding my skin like liquid fire.
My hand was already wrapped around my cock, my fingers tightening, my palm slick with pre-cum as I stroked myself with a desperation that bordered on madness. The steam curled around me, thick and suffocating, as I let my imagination run wild.
I pictured her.
Stripping her bare, peeling her clothes off like I was unwrapping the most precious gift. Her skin would be soft, so fucking soft, like silk dipped in honey. I’d spread her out across my bed, her body trembling with anticipation. I’d worship every inch of her, every curve, every fucking dip and swell that she didn’t even realize drove me to the brink of insanity. I wanted to bite her. Suck her. Lick her. Claim her. Leave marks on her skin that she’d stare at in the mirror the next morning, her thighs still shaking from how hard I’d made her come. Again. And again. And fucking again.
My hand moved faster, rougher, my grip tightening as I imagined her lips—those full, perfect lips—wrapped around my dick. Her eyes would lock onto mine with that perfect mix of shyness and defiance that made me want to ruin her all over again. Her cheeks would flush, her long, silky hair cascading down like a dark waterfall, framing her beautiful face as she let me shatter her composure, piece by fucking piece. I could almost hear it, the sound she’d make when I pushed her over the edge. A symphony of breathless gasps and whispered pleas, her voice breaking as she begged me for more. She’d moan my name, an invocation, a fucking prayer, as I split her open and showed her what it truly meant to belong to me.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my voice catching as the release tore through me, leaving white streaks across the tile before the water could rinse it all away.
It wasn’t enough.
I wanted more. I wanted her. I wanted to feel her tight pussy clenching around me as I fucked her raw, her nails digging into my back as she screamed my name. I wanted to taste her on my tongue, her juices dripping down my chin as I devoured her like a starving man. I wanted to pin her down, her wrists trapped above her head, as I pounded into her with a ferocity that left her breathless and begging for mercy.
The water was still scalding my skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat coursing through my veins. My cock was already hardening again, throbbing with a need that only she could satisfy. I leaned back against the wall, heart pounding in my chest. This wasn’t just a fantasy. It was a promise. When I finally had her beneath me, I wouldn’t stop until she was screaming my name so loudly the neighbors called the cops.
I closed my eyes and breathed deeply for a few minutes. The only outlets I had outside of this were football, the gym, and a handful of violent urges I couldn’t always indulge. I grabbed the cedar and sandalwood body wash—her favorite—and lathered slowly, dragging it across my skin like it might wash away everything still clinging to me. Then I rinsed off and turned the water off. I stepped out into a fog of steam, reaching for my towel. I wiped a streak across the glass and stared at my reflection.