Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Easton opens his mouth like he’s going to argue, but Preston touches a hand to his shoulder and shakes his head. “Don’t even bother,” he grunts, smirking at me. “We got what we wanted. I’m not interested in begging to spend time here.”
“Probably the first smart thing you’ve said today,” I mutter as I sink back on the bed while gratitude floods my system.
Easton scoffs, looking me up and down before turning his back on me. I just lost my virginity to him and his brother and all he can do is scoff. “See you.”
I’m sure he will, as much as I wish it wasn’t true. What I wouldn’t give for the closing of the front door to be the sound of them leaving my life for good.
But I know that’s not true. Just like I know it won’t be long before they figure out my secret.
I’m so tired of secrets. I’m so tired. Too exhausted, in fact, to even cry when it’s all I want to do once I’m alone. I want to cry it all out, but the most I can do is curl up in a ball on the bed and wonder for maybe the millionth time in my short life what I did to deserve this.
17
EASTON
I don’t want to say I’ve become obsessed with Emma, but honestly, I don’t know what else to call it. Whatever I do, I can’t get her out of my head. Ever since my cock was inside her tight cunt, my mind is consumed with all things pearls.
As I strip out of my soaked workout clothes and walk into my attached bathroom, I wonder what she is doing right now. Is she thinking about yesterday? Is her pussy sore? Does she feel me inside of her every time she moves?
My groan echoes through the room as I step into the shower stall and close the door behind me. I turn on the water, letting the cold shock my system. The water turns warm slowly, but I don’t mind. I let it cascade down my back, washing away the sweat from my three-mile run.
I’m usually wiped after a workout like that, but for some reason, I’m so fucking horny. All I can think about is how sweet she smelled, how perfect she tasted, and don’t forget about the amazing way she felt. Fuck, she felt so good wrapped around me, like she was made for me… made for us.
I’m aggravated that it’s her, a girl who is infuriating at times. A royal pain in the ass, and she acts like she doesn’t want us. I have to admit, I’m not used to being rejected. Most girls would gladly take a ride on my dick, but Emma isn’t most girls, no she is one of a kind.
Shaking my head, I squirt some shower gel into my palm. My cock is already rock hard when I wrap my hand around it. Just the thought of Emma has me close to coming. I don’t know what is fucking wrong with me, but this girl has me in a sexual choke hold.
Pumping my hand up and down, I lather the soap over my shaft. It’s nothing compared to the real thing, but it still feels good. I close my eyes and pull up my recent memories. Emma’s little moans while we rubbed her swollen clit, how tight her pussy clamped down when she came on my cock. I recall every tiny detail. Every curve and every inch of skin down to the freckles on her cute button nose.
I pump harder, thinking about her hooded eyes looking at me with lust and fear. A mixture I’ve become addicted to. She wants me, wants us, but she is also scared. Of what exactly, I’m not sure. Nor do I care right now. All I care about is being inside of her again.
Tightening my grip until it’s almost painful, I stroke myself a few more times, wishing it was her pussy I was fucking. My balls tighten and a wave of pleasure washes over me. I keep moving my hand up and down, while my cock pulses in my palm. Ropes of cum paint the tile wall in front of me. I open my eyes and watch my release wash down the drain.
My balls feel empty, but my cock is still hard, and I feel… unsatisfied. It doesn’t take me long to figure out why. I want the real thing. Now that I’ve gotten a taste of her, jerking off is not going to cut it. I want her again, and I want that to be soon.
I finish my shower and wait for my hard on to go down before I step out and dry off. I throw on a pair of jeans and a grey T-shirt. Then I head downstairs to get something to eat before I leave for school.