Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
I snatched the lube and squirted some on his neglected cock. “Stroke yourself,” I commanded.
Simon nodded and grabbed his dick with his other hand. A long, low moan rattled up his chest as he slowly moved his hand up and down his dick.
“Pierce. Please, Pierce. Hurry. I’m so close. Need you,” Simon cried out.
Any thought I might have had about torturing him or extending this for even a bit flew out of my head. My hands were trembling as I picked up the condom and fought to roll it down my aching dick.
With my teeth clenched and one hand clutching the base, I carefully pushed against his stretched hole, forcing my way in. He flinched, and I froze, but he sped up the hand on his dick and his body relaxed, welcoming me with each shallow thrust, pulling me in. Hot muscles gripped and massaged my cock. He felt so fucking good. I loved being inside him, loved listening to the sounds he made as I moved in long, slow strokes, filling him so completely, making him mine.
I bent and captured his slack mouth in a kiss, my tongue imitating the movements of my body. Simon whimpered, his muscles tightening. “Is this what you needed, baby?” I kissed my way to his earlobe and tugged on that tender flesh with my teeth. “You need this thick cock in you?”
“More,” Simon choked out.
“More slowly?” As I spoke, I decreased my pace and made each thrust incredibly shallow, tormenting both of us.
“No!” Simon howled, and I chuckled in his ear. “Evil bastard. Fuck me hard. So hard. I want it deep and hard.”
Without saying a word, I plunged hard into him on the next thrust. His cries shifted from pleasure to ecstasy. He wrapped his arm around me and dug his heels into the mattress, thrusting upward to meet me, slamming our bodies together. But it wasn’t enough. He wasn’t shivering and breaking apart beneath me.
Moving so that I was on my knees, I withdrew from him completely. Simon squawked in complaint, but I immediately flipped him onto his stomach. I grabbed his hips and lifted him to his knees before plunging into him again. The angle was right, and all his cries of pleasure turned into a stream of desperate curses and pleading. The slap of our sweaty flesh beautifully accompanied Simon’s cries, while his skin glistened under the dim lamplight.
I held on to my orgasm even as my control frayed. Nothing had ever felt so good. His cries of pleasure were the sweetest music. The feel of his body was pure heaven. And then he shattered under me, his body pulsing and squeezing as he lost himself. I tumbled over right after him, shouting his name as I filled the condom.
As my head cleared from the orgasm, I gathered up the last of my strength to wrap my arms around Simon and roll us together onto our sides, my cock still buried deep inside him. I squeezed my eyes shut tight and nuzzled my face into the side of his neck, wanting to soak him in as much as possible while I had time. Too soon, reality would creep in, and that horrible voice would start bellowing about what a disgusting person I was for clinging to him like this.
“Are you okay?” My voice was rough from shouting and sleep. Tingles stretched from my toes up my legs. No orgasm had ever felt so good.
“If my body never works properly again, I’m totally fine with it.”
I huffed a weary laugh, wishing I could lie here with him and drift off into sleep. Yesterday I’d left a message for Marie to cancel my meetings for the rest of the week, that I was taking some time off for a personal emergency. I had no obligation to rush out of bed and prepare for a meeting. I could lounge here soaking in the blissful feeling of holding Simon.
“Ugh. But I’m a mess, and I can’t stay here like this. Your bed is also a mess.”
“It’s fine. You get a shower. I’ll strip the sheets off the bed.”
Simon twisted so that he could look at me. “You’re not going to let your housekeeper wash your sheets, are you?”
I lifted one brow at his sudden horrified tone. “That is her job.”
“You cannot let her touch them.” His eyes widened, and his voice dropped to a whisper. “They’re full of my cum. I came so fucking hard, and it’s all your fault.”
“Simon, dearest, that was my entire goal.” The horror left his eyes for an unimpressed expression. “Also, I’m pretty sure the entire household heard your shouting. Everyone likely knows my sheets are full of cum.”
“You’re evil. While I’m in the shower, you will strip the sheets off the bed and put them in the washing machine. No one else may touch them.”