Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 94546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
“Deal.”
Her legs shake relentlessly when she raises her ass off the mattress to give me unlimited access to her sweet pussy. I take advantage of her leverage by replacing my fingers with my thumb and sliding the remaining fingers on my hand between the crevice of her backside. I expect her to flinch or dig the pad of her feet into my shoulder to push me away, so you can picture my shock when the grunts leaving her mouth turn wild.
“Do you want me to touch you here?” I ask while placing the smallest bit of pressure on her back entrance.
Her reply is choked by a moan, but even a deaf man wouldn’t miss it. It is a resounding “Yes!”
“Has anyone ever touched you here?”
When Octavia answers me with a head shake, I yank my hand away so fast, my thumb slips from her vagina with an edge of cruelty.
“Jack…”
“Shh.” I scan her bedroom, seeking something to keep her moaning my name the way she is without risking the chance of hurting her. “I need something to lube you up to lessen the friction. Your cum isn’t enough. Trust me, it fucking hurts if you’re not prepped right.”
Fuck!
I freeze along with Octavia.
I hadn’t meant to articulate my comment at all, much less out loud.
“I… ah… I thought you—”
I cut her off for the second time today, and once again, it is my mouth saving the day. I kiss her pussy as I did her mouth on my desk, suffocating the worries bubbling in her chest as effectively as it lightens the crippling weight on mine.
In a matter of seconds, her nails claw my head as she shakes through her fifth or so orgasm for the night. Growling, I lick up the remnants of her climax at a much slower and more leisured pace compared to how I brought her to orgasm.
Once her shudders have dulled to a quiver, I gather Octavia’s spent body in my arms then head for the bathroom I spotted during our travels down the hallway. Since there are no other doors in Octavia’s room bar the one I kicked closed upon entering, I assume a shared bathroom is the only one she has access to.
When a giggle sounds from below, I drop my eyes to Octavia. The last thing I was anticipating so soon after that shitshow was laughter.
Upon spotting my shock, Octavia mutters, “I was going to remind you that I have legs, so I am more than capable of walking.” She licks her lips before cracking them into a smile. “But I held back when I realized how boneless you’ve made me feel. I don’t think I could stand, let alone take steps.”
My chest puffs out like a rooster.
Regretfully, it doesn’t stay inflated for long. Calling Octavia’s bathroom ‘compact’ is an understatement. It is the size of a broom closet, but instead of the vanity mirror keeping with the theme, it’s stretched across one wall, making it almost impossible for me to enter the shower on the other side without exposing the marks on my back.
From how hard Octavia clawed at my head, I’m sure she could make the scars on my back seem less sinister after only one night, but since that would open a can of worms I’m not willing to dredge through right now, I keep the bathroom light switch off and my back angled away from the mirror.
“If you’re hoping the dark will have me forgetting that I’ve yet to return the favor, you’re shit out of luck, Mister. This…” as I switch on the shower faucet, Octavia stuffs her hand between us to grip my cock, “… is too impressive to let it deflate.”
As my bewilderment grows, my eyes bounce between hers. I shouldn’t be stiff. My cock should be deflating like someone letting the air out of a balloon. That’s what usually happens, especially when memories of my past get away from me, but that isn’t what occurs this time around. I’m hard—still—and the thought of Octavia on her knees, taking me between her plump lips has me throwing caution to the wind for the third time tonight.
“We should turn on the light,” I mutter to myself when Octavia wiggles out of my hold and commences lowering herself onto her knees. “I want to see.”
I blink to adjust my eyes to the blinding light in the bathroom when Octavia claps her hands together two times.
“Clap lights in this era?”
After raking her teeth over her lower lip, Octavia eventually locks her eyes with mine. It’s a slow process because she stops to admire my washboard abs, smooth pecs, and the vein in my neck that won’t quit thudding no matter how much my head promises my body that this will be a pleasurable experience instead of a painful one. “Dated apartments have their advantages… especially when you’re too lazy to get out of bed to switch off a damn light.”