Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 119650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
The moonlight is just bright enough to capture the angry veins working their way up his thick shaft all the way to his tip, and my mouth waters, but not as much as when his hand begins to move. Slow at first, lazily working his way up and down his cock.
“What were the stipulations of your cum shot video?” he questions, his voice so deep and rumbly that it sounds almost as though he were under the blankets with me. “You wanted to hear me groaning your name while I come? Wanted to know it was your sweet cunt I was picturing?”
Tanner groans, his pace starting to increase as I hear his heavy breathing coming through the phone. His thumb circles his tip, and I can’t take it anymore. My hand slips down the front of my pajama shorts, my aching clit desperate for his touch.
“You’re touching yourself, aren’t you, Killer? You’re such a greedy whore for me, just the way I like it.”
Holy mother of all things sweet and juicy. This man … How the hell did he know? It’s as though he knows me better than I know myself, he can read me like a book, anticipate my every move.
My fingers rub tight circles over my clit, matching his speed as my breath becomes just as heavy as his. His thumb circles his tip again, and my desperation gets the best of me. Fuck, I’d throw myself out the window just to feel him pushing inside me. I need him like never before.
“That’s right, Killer. Picture me touching you, picture me inside you, filling you, stretching you.”
I suck in a breath, that familiar sensation already building between my legs. I’m wound so tight, but I’ll hold on for him. I don’t want to come a second too soon.
I match his pace, my eyes glued to the screen as every little grunt has me falling to pieces.
“Fuck, Killer. I’ve got to have you. I need to taste that sweet little cunt.”
“Oh, fuck,” I breathe, biting down on my bottom lip.
He’s close. So fucking close.
His breathing catches, and the lowest moan sails through the phone, causing a needy squeak to tear from my throat. I’m right on the edge, right there with him as his grip tightens and he pumps faster. I match his rhythm, panting with desperation until he finally comes.
“Fuuuuuuck, Brielle. You’re fucking mine, Killer,” he groans low, his hot seed spurting from his cock as I’m pushed right over the edge. My eyes widen, the sight of this man coming undone feeds the raw desperation inside of me.
My orgasm explodes through me, sending hot pulses of pleasure rocking through my body.
“Oh, fuck, Tanner,” I moan, unable to catch my breath.
I don’t stop, slowly rubbing my clit as my pussy convulses, my high working its way through my body. I keep my eyes locked on the phone, and not a moment later, Tanner’s face appears on the screen, the corner of his lip pulled up in a boyish grin. “How was that for a cum shot video?” he murmurs, his breath coming in hard pants as those dark, dreamy eyes seem to stare straight through the phone and into my soul. “Just so you know, I don’t do anything for free. I’ll be expecting a video in return. Though, take your time. I know you’re probably worn out after spending the last ten minutes fucking yourself while thinking about me.”
And just like that, the screen goes black, and I stare at it in wonder.
What the fuck just happened?
That big bastard.
A breathy laugh tears from my throat, and I throw the blankets back before storming across my room. Gripping the edge of my window, I wrench it open with a balled-up pair of socks in my hands. I don’t know when I picked them up, but one minute they’re on the floor, and the next, they’re flying out my window and slamming against the frame of Tanner’s. “Open up, you big bastard,” I call through the night.
I watch as Tanner flies out of bed and crosses to the window with a cocky smirk resting on his full lips. The window slides back effortlessly and just like that, I’m face-to-face with the one man who could destroy me. “Is there something you need?” he questions, acting as though he didn’t just send me the most erotic video I’ve ever seen … you know, except for that shit I’ve seen on Pornhub that I definitely don’t watch, and I definitely don’t get off to.
“I … I … I don’t even know what to say,” I mutter, blinking rapidly and fumbling over my words, a little starstruck from his performance.
Tanner crosses his arms over his chest and leans against the window frame, smugness wafting off him. “Considering those gorgeous, flushed cheeks of yours, I’m assuming that you more than finished … the video, that is,” he adds as an afterthought.