Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24719 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24719 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
I feel like I’m walking on hot coals as I make it to the last door at the end of the hall. I hear small indistinguishable noises coming from in there. I reach out to open the cracked door a little more, while simultaneously trying to talk myself out of it so I can run away. Just as I’m about to turn the knob I hear Eb again. It’s his voice and I know a moment of relief, because he’s obviously alive.
“Yes,” he moans out and it’s definitely a moan. I open the door thinking of nothing more than the fact that Eb’s alive, but he’s moaning. Maybe he fell… “Joy,” he growls as I open the door.
My eyes go round. My mouth drops open.
Eb is lying on the bed with his hand wrapped around his cock. A very large cock that is hard and glistening. He’s stroking himself and his head is thrown back against the pillow. He’s jacking himself off and from the looks of things he’s very close.
He’s jacking himself off.
And it’s my name he growled.
Mine.
Oh boy…
Chapter 12
Eb
God. I haven’t jacked-off into my own hand in fucking years, but with visions of Joy floating in my head, sucking my cock, I can feel cum rising in my balls. I’m so close to exploding, I just need one little push over the edge. I throw my head back and close my eyes tight, conjuring up a picture of Joy bound to my bed, her legs stretched apart to the point it’s almost painful, her pussy glistening with her juices, and begging for my tongue.
I’m so lost in the fantasy I can smell Joy now. That scent of sugar and vanilla that’s oh so sweet it makes me hungry to taste her. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to have her body to paint with my…
“Eb…”
My body jerks. That wasn’t part of the dream I’m playing in my head. My hand tightens on my dick as I stop mid-stroke. I look up to see Joy standing at my door, her gaze is glued on my dick and she’s licking her lips.
Fuck yes.
“See something you like?” I ask, my voice hoarse, throaty and full of hunger.
“I… I thought you were hurt,” she whispers, but she still doesn’t tear her gaze away from my dick. I stroke myself again, just to see what she does. I can literally here her take a shuddering breath as her hand comes up against her chest.
“I am hurt.”
“You are?” she asks and finally she looks at my face.
“I’m in a lot of pain, sweet Joy.”
“I… you are?” she asks again, her eyes round and she’s biting down on her bottom lip and something about the way I can see a hint of her teeth against the lush red lips is fucking sexy.
“I’m so fucking hard it hurts, Joy. I need your help.”
“You… Eb, I… shit,” she whispers.
Her whispered curse makes me hungry. I want to make her say all kinds of bad, bad words. Somehow, I think they’d be fucking hot coming from her lips.
“Take off your clothes, Joy. Come make me all better,” I tell her, smiling. I hold my hand at the base of my cock and squeeze it, trying to calm myself down. Now that Joy is here, I can’t shoot my load too soon. I need to wait… until I can paint Joy in my cum and make her beg for more.
“I shouldn’t.”
“You’re here for a reason, Joy,” I growl, I won’t let her back out.
“Your door was open. You could have been attacked. I came here to help,” she says lamely.
“And you were going to what?”
“To try and stop them so they wouldn’t hurt you,” she says, shaking the tin of cookies she gave me the other day.
Her gaze has gone back to my cock so I stroke it, hoping that will keep her from trying to back out. Pre-cum slides from the head of my cock and down my shaft and over my hand. God when I come, I’m going to drown her in it.
“Take your clothes off, Joy. Let me give you what those pretty blue eyes of yours are begging for.”
“I shouldn’t,” she says, but she starts unbuttoning her coat. She lets it fall to the ground and then lifts her shirt over her head. She holds the fabric in front of her for a minute and then lets it fall too.
“But you’re going to,” I respond.
“But I’m going to,” she softly murmurs as she unzips her pants.
Chapter 13
Joy
Good sense was thrown out the window when I walked in and saw Eb stroking himself. Until that moment, I didn’t think a man could be beautiful, but that private moment I witnessed with Eb was a thing of beauty. One that blew all of the reasons why this was a bad idea, out of the water. Besides, there’s no point in pretending. I came over here because I wanted Eb. I could color it up and make the reasons why pretty, but it wouldn’t change the truth. And the truth is raw and dirty.