Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 26892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“The next time I have you alone,”—his rumble is deep, each word deliberately laced with intent, and, god, does it make heat unfurl low in my belly—“you are going to open that book, sit in front of me, and read that exact scene out loud. And while you read it, I’m going to do every single filthy thing the main character does to her. Do you understand me?”
“Gavin,” I gasp sharply, my thighs clamping tightly together. I’m wet, no, I’m soaked, and we’ve barely done anything.
“Now”— the sound of a zipper sliding down solidifies he’s naked, it’s also followed by a growl that causes my nipples to pebble and goose bumps to appear—“it’s time for you and I to play, baby girl. I’ve been hard as a fucking rock since seeing you on that stage. Three damn days of staying this way, using my hand, and not getting an ounce of relief.”
“Gav…” My pulse hammers, and self-doubts start to swirl around in my thoughts.
“Get ready, baby girl.” My attention is back on the here and now with only two words: baby girl. “Tell me what you’re wearing right now. Describe every piece.”
“Nothing.” I bite my lower lip as the confession slips past my lips. Ever since I dropped my ex-boyfriend, Bryce, I returned to sleeping in the nude. There’s something sensual about it, and when you don’t have a guy in your ear making derogatory remarks to you, it helps tremendously.
“Nothing?” he repeats my response, his voice dropping lower.
“I’m completely bare beneath the sheets,” I whisper. The statement leaves my skin tingling from head to toe.
“Good girl. Now tell me where you are,” Gavin rasps through the line.
“In my bed. On my back.” Maybe it’s from being touch deprived, or maybe it’s Gavin himself. Whatever it is, I’ve never been this daring or felt this free.
“Pull the sheets down. Let the air hit your pretty, golden-bronze skin. Fuck, I should get in my car and drive to your house.” I do as I’m told, dragging the sheets and duvet down, exposing my breasts, my stomach, my pussy, and my legs.
“It’s gone.” I shiver. My nipples harden into tight peaks.
“Good.” On his end, I hear the distinct slide of skin against skin. The heavy sound makes my eyes flutter closed and my thighs rub together, begging for relief.
“You’ve got me ready to blow my load, baby girl. Cup your breasts. Squeeze them for me and pinch your nipples.” My hands move on auto pilot with my phone tucked close. Both of my hands are free, and I do as he says, feeling the heavy roundness of them, my thumbs brushing over the sensitive tips. A whimper escapes my throat, my back arches off the mattress, and I rock into the pleasure.
“Fuck, that’s it,” Gavin growls into my ear.
“Tell me, what are you doing.” I become bolder.
“Fisting my cock, wishing you were here, between my knees, your hands clutching the tops of my thighs as I guide your mouth up and down the length of my shaft.” I tug on my nipples, wanting that and more.
“Mhmmm,” I moan.
“Listen to you, so sensitive for me, aren’t you, baby girl. Slide your hand lower until you’re between those lush, beautiful thighs. I won’t last too much longer, and no fucking way am I coming before you do.” I trail my fingers down the slope of my stomach, past my belly button, and when the tips of my fingers brush against the small thatch of curls at my center, I’m soaked.
“Tell me, Genevieve. I want to hear how wet you are,” he grunts.
“I’m dripping, Gavin,” I gasp, sliding two fingers into my slick pussy. The sensation is intense, so overwhelmingly good that my feet are planted in the mattress and my hips lift in the air on instinct alone. “Oh, god. It’s so, so good.”
“Fuck, Genevieve,” he huffs. “Touch your clit for me.” My thumb circles it softly as I continue to sink two fingers shallowly inside myself, somehow managing to work my nipple, too. At the sound of our combined breathing, mixed with my slickness, and Gavin stroking his hard cock over the phone, I’m on sensation overload.
“Gavin,” I cry out. My voice breaks as I’m pulled onto the edges of my orgasm. “Gavin, I’m… I’m… close.”
“Don’t hold back. Don’t you dare hold back,” he growls. Whatever he’s sitting on groans on his end, creaking as his stroke become faster. “Come for me, baby girl. Let me hear you scream my name exactly how I imagined.”
I quicken my movements, my hips rolling against my hand, chasing the high that’s right on the edge of the horizon. It doesn’t take long. My thumb presses harder on my clit, my fingers pinch my nipple, and I thrust my fingers harder. And that’s when it happens: the tension snaps, my body trembles, and I’m frantic to keep my orgasm from ending.