Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 134073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
She pushes the button to open the door to our small room and then she looks back at me with wide eyes.
“We have a bed?”
“They probably made it up while we were at dinner. Use the bathroom if you need to. I had clothes left in there for you to sleep in.”
We go into the cramped space, and I see they’ve turned down the benches into one full-size bed. It would be hard for me to sleep on this alone, but it will be impossible for both of us to sleep on it together. But we’ll have to, because there’s literally nowhere else for me to sleep. There’s not even enough room for me to sit on the floor.
While Iris is in the bathroom, I pull off my shirt and boots. I plan on sleeping in my underwear, but I’ll wait and undress when the lights are off. I’ve already put her through enough today, and I don’t want to deal with her hysterics at seeing me in my boxer briefs.
Turning around when I hear the bathroom door open, I see her standing there in a pale pink nightgown. “Fuck.”
“It’s, um, not exactly the right size.” She tugs at the hem, but all it does is pull the top down to show off her ample cleavage.
To make matters worse, it’s see-through, and I can make out the exact size and shape of her nipples. I hold my boots in front of my cock so she can’t see it swelling in front of her.
“It’s fine, it’s just for one night.” I try to look away, but I can’t as she brushes past me. I feel every soft curve as she moves to the other side and stands in front of the bed.
When she bends over to climb on it, I have to bite my bottom lip to keep a moan from leaving me. It clings to her round ass, and bent over like this, I can see a little peek of her pussy. I blink and turn around to give her some privacy, but it’s too late. I’ve already seen her sweet little crease, and I’m hard as stone.
“I’m going to take a shower,” I say before I step into the little bathroom and yank the door closed.
In this tight space, there’s no room for me, but goddamn it, I can’t go back out there this fucking hard. I turn on the shower spray as I take off the rest of my clothes and step under it. There’s body wash built into the shower, and I hit the button and get a handful.
My fist goes straight for my thick cock that’s jutting out in front of me so far it’s hitting the shower wall. I grab my length and squeeze it hard as I try not to think about her pussy lips peeking out under her nightgown. But it’s no use, because that’s the only thing I want to imagine right now. Moving behind her and pushing that little nightgown out of the way. Sliding my wet tip in her tiny folds and making her bounce on my dick until I cum.
I paint the shower wall in a matter of seconds and suck in a deep breath at how fast I got off. It’s embarrassing that I couldn’t last more than a few pumps, but in my defense, I had excellent spanking material.
By the time I make it out of the shower, the lights are off, and she’s curled under the blankets. Thankfully she’s on the far side of the bed, leaving me a small space to climb in. I pull on clean boxer briefs and then climb on the bed with her. It’s creaky, and I’m hoping the frame can hold my weight. It wouldn’t be the first bed I broke.
When I’m finally stretched out, I turn on my side and give up on trying to keep space between us when it won’t be possible. Curling behind her, I rest my hand on her hip and lean in close to her ear.
“Whatever happens, I’ll keep you safe,” I vow and then close my eyes.
She doesn’t respond, but I do feel her relax against me as she drifts off to sleep. It’s a long time later, when she’s snoring lightly, that I finally allow myself a few hours to drift off too.
The part I didn’t anticipate was waking up with her on top of me.
Chapter Seven
IRIS
Warmth surrounds me everywhere, and I cuddle in closer, seeking the heat and comfort. When I shift my hips, my sex rubs against something hard. It presses perfectly against my clit, and I moan softly at the sensation. I do it again, searching for the same pleasure as before.
I rock back and forth, and a fresh woodsy scent fills my lungs. My panties are soaked and cling to me, and even my breasts ache with need. The handful of times I’ve tried to get myself off it never worked, but as I thrust my hips back and forth I can feel the orgasm already pushing down on me. It’s drawing me closer to the edge, and all I want to do is find the end of it.