Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
She didn’t have to do that, but I appreciated it because that was a task that I never liked doing.
My housekeeper didn’t do it for me—one of the few things that she didn’t do.
My pants, socks and underwear followed the shirt, and I walked into the bathroom to get a few essentials that I would be needing over the next hour.
It wouldn’t do for me to have to come get these later. It’d definitely take away from the mood.
Items in hand, I walked out of the bedroom, completely naked, stopping at the back of the couch as my eyes did a toe-to-top slow perusal of July, who was staring at me.
Her eyes were wide and fixed on my throbbing erection.
Her lips were slightly parted, and her breasts rose and fell with her labored breaths.
She licked her lips and cleared her throat.
I nearly laughed when her gaze kept flickering down to my cock and back up to my eyes. Over and over again.
Rounding the couch, I dumped the things in my hand onto the coffee table, and snorted when her eyes widened.
“Dean,” she said softly. “What are you doing?”
Leaning down to grab the TV changer, I switched it on and walked around her to the DVD shelf above the TV.
After finding the one I wanted, I loaded the DVD into the player and scooped up the remote before taking a seat on the couch.
My hard cock slapped my belly as I fell, causing her eyes to widen as she took me in, legs splayed.
Readjusting myself on the couch until my balls were in a more comfortable position, I leaned back into the couch and reached one hand forward to pat my legs.
“Belly down,” I ordered.
“What…what?” she stuttered. “You want me to what?”
I just looked at her, unwilling to repeat myself.
I didn’t want to repeat myself, specifically because I damn well knew she’d heard what I’d said.
She must’ve caught on, too, because she did what I asked without another word.
Inside, I was smiling, but on the outside, I stayed calm and collected.
My cock was laying against my belly, pulsing every so often as blood flow surged through it.
Carefully, she walked toward me, her breasts swaying as she moved.
Her eyes went to my lap and my cock, then skittered away as she put her uninjured knee into the cushions on the left of my thigh and placed her hands down on the cushion at my right.
Once the soft skin of her belly met mine, I dragged the pillow from the end of the couch and placed it underneath her head.
“Now what?” she breathed, shivering slightly.
I licked my lips, letting the rough palm of my hand trail down her backside before I lifted it free of her silky skin and reached over my shoulder for the folded blanket at my back.
“Now, we watch this movie,” I said gruffly as I unfolded the blanket and covered her entire body, as well as my legs, with it. “If you can make it through the entire movie without coming, then I’ll let you do to me what I did to you.”
She gasped and turned her head, which had been focused on me, instantly freezing at what she saw on the screen.
Pressing play, I started the movie.
I’d watched this particular movie one time and one time only—the day after I broke up with July. It’d been pure torture on my part. I’d done it not because I wanted to get off, but because I wanted to remind myself why I let her go.
Remind myself that she deserved someone to give her what she wanted. To give her the life she thought she wanted. I’d deluded myself into thinking that man wasn’t me. That I wasn’t good for her.
The movie…well, let’s just say it hadn’t convinced me of that, so I hadn’t watched it since.
Not because I didn’t want to, but because it hurt to watch.
It hurt to see her. It hurt to remember everything I was feeling that day.
I wanted her on my lap as she watched it, so I could witness and feel the way the scene affected her.
“Oh, God,” she said. “You didn’t tell me you taped this.”
I chuckled darkly.
“I’d intended to show you,” I replied softly, trying to ease the pain I knew it would cause her.
Shortly after I made this, our relationship began its downward spiral.
Pressing play to lessen the blow, my eyes zeroed in on the screen.
It started out like any homemade porno.
First you could see me setting up the camera, and then I backed up as I looked at myself in the computer screen, making sure you could see the bed well.
***
Once I was sure it was in place well, I turned my back on the camera and walked to the bed where I had July blindfolded with one of my ties.
Her face was flushed, and her body was shivering in anticipation.