Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 129460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 647(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 647(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Jess doesn’t reply to my grumbled comment. She’s too busy shooting her hand out to the glass door of the bathroom to articulate speech.
As she grinds down on my fingers like she’s riding my cock, I skate the hand not required to hold her up anymore since she’s balancing on the door to her clit.
I call myself an idiot when the first swipe of her clit with my thumb almost pulls her legs out from beneath her. Her nails scratch the glass, desperate for something to grip, before the most provocative fucking noise I’ve ever heard sounds through my ears.
Jess doesn’t scream my name while riding the tantalizing ride of climax, but I don’t care. The slickness coating my palm and the way her pussy ripples around me as she tremors through a fast-paced orgasm would have any man wanting to whack his chest like a caveman—even a man as fucked-up as me.
“Damn, Jess.” I groan when her moans for more have me desperate to silence her pleas with either my tongue or my cock.
She’s making a ruckus, meaning our romp could be busted long before my deviant mind reminds me of my no-naughties-in-the-bathroom stipulation I enforce at every hookup.
In a way, I do both my suggestions. After curling my arm around Jess’s waist, I hoist her off the floor, spin her around, pin her to the door with my crotch, then slip my tongue between her lips.
Fuck niceties. You can’t sample a mouth as tasty as Jess’s and be expected to play an honorable game. My morals are left for dust after my tongue’s first drag along the roof of her mouth and don’t question my sanity.
It flew out the door the instant Jess started jacking me off through my sweatpants.
I’m making a mess on the front of my pants, but for the first time in years, I’m not freaked out by the prospect of leaving a bathroom with stained clothes.
The next couple of minutes pass in a blur. I can’t testify that it is Jess who yanks my sweatpants and boxer shorts past my ass before lining up the head of my cock with the entrance of her pussy, but I’m reasonably sure it’s her.
I’m too busy spreading her thighs wide so I’ll have a bird’s eye view of the event about to occur than worry about my pants. Not even protection has entered my mind, which is fucking ludicrous in itself.
The stab of pain from Jess’s heels digging in my ass and the wetness gracing my cock has my mind void of negative thoughts. Every muscle in my body is pulling taut, making what should seem like a quick and nasty romp in a bathroom something more.
So much so, I push my needs to the background for a change.
Usually, it is about me getting off faster than my haunted memories can surface.
I don’t seem capable of doing that this time around, though.
“Wait,” I demand when Jess sinks down, taking the first inch of my cock inside her. “I need you to come again before you’ll be wet enough to take me.”
“What—”
Any more words preparing to leave Jess’s mouth are gobbled by a moan when I hoist her up the door before burying my face between her legs. A groan rips from my throat when I stab my tongue between her waxed pussy lips and drag it up her slit.
She murmurs a handful of words I can’t hear since her thighs clamp my head the instant I curl my tongue around her clit to suck it into my mouth, but I’m reasonably sure they aren’t for me.
They’re far too noble for a man whose morals are circling the toilet bowl.
The scruff on my jaw adds to the pretty pinkness of Jess’s pussy when I go to town. I fuck her with my tongue, lips, and prickles until her words are nothing but gibberish, and the evidence of the two or so orgasms I force out of her in a short amount of time is dripping from my chin.
“You taste fucking delicious,” I murmur to Jess while sliding her sweaty back down the frosted glass door.
I’ve barely stuffed my cock’s head back between the folds of her pussy when a bang rattles the restroom door even more than the aftermath of Jess’s shivers. I relish how good it feels being immersed in Jess’s heat even if it is only being an inch while Jess advises our interrupter that the bathroom will be occupied for a while.
“I ate something bad.” Since she is breathless and flustered, her excuse sounds genuine.
After remaining quiet long enough for the smallest snippet of doubt to creep into our exchange, Jess connects her eyes back with mine. “We’re good to go.”
“Yeah?” A stupid response for a man dangling precariously on the edge of normality.
Thank fuck Jess doesn’t seem to mind. “Yeah,” she mimics, her tone as throaty as mine. “But you might want to make it quick.”