Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 129323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 647(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 647(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Stripping out of my clothes, I step under the scorching water.
I fist my cock in my hand. No reason to postpone the inevitable, I won’t be able to think straight until I get off.
Even with the water pouring down on me, I can see my cock leaking. I swipe my finger over it, collecting the liquid and spreading it over the crown.
I imagine the vision of her naked on her knees and crawling to me.
Her mouth dropping open as I feed her my dick.
Her puffy lips would be so full of me.
My body shudders as I imagine the feel of her tongue as she runs it over my skin.
Then I’d fuck her tight throat.
The sounds she would make when she wouldn’t be able to breathe.
My eyes close as I grip tighter, thinking about the way she would take me. The way her perfect tits would swing as I thrust my hips faster.
I’d pull out, though, not wanting to finish in her mouth.
Then I’d bend her over and step up behind her. Her pussy would glisten with her desire as I line myself up.
I finally thrust inside. The feeling is sublime. Like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
Squeezing my cock harder, I move faster, chasing the high.
It isn’t long before my balls start to tighten.
The shower becomes foggy with my breath as I pick up the speed of my hand.
My heart rate beats faster. I’m about to come.
In my head, I flip her over and imagine her lying before me. The look in her eyes as she begs me to fuck her again.
I grip tighter, my movements becoming jerky with my efforts.
The memory of her pussy taking me is enough to bring chills down my spine, and before I know it, I come in long hot ropes all over my shower floor.
Fuck.
She brings out a side of me I don’t like, and despite the fact I’m putting on a show that she’s my girlfriend (a bad call, might I add on my part), I can’t touch her again because if I do, I might not want to stop, and that’s not possible.
Hours have passed, and I have no idea where Cassidy is.
I need to head down to the ice soon. We’ve got to warm up before the game, and she’s not here.
It’s funny how fast you can become accustomed to something. I’ve only been with Cassidy for a few days, and it already feels like she’s embedded herself in my life.
Like right now, I’m sitting alone in my apartment going over past footage. After my workout, I found the TV already on, volume set to 13. The perfect number. Not too loud. Just enough that my head is in the game while I watch. She arranged that.
Cassidy has a way of seeing my needs before I can even voice them.
She anticipates them with an insight I’ve never seen before.
Like when she knew I wanted only three ice cubes.
Now the TV.
How did she know I like odd numbers?
She only just started working, and she’s already killing it.
The number of times she’s anticipated my preferences without me telling her is strange. I do think she’s incredibly observant, but some of this stuff that she’s picked up on is downright eerie.
Am I that obvious? And if so, how the hell hasn’t my secret gotten out?
Not that I’m complaining that she’s cracked the code. For this to work, for it to be worth the risks, it’s imperative that she knows me almost as well as I know myself.
I take a deep breath and lock my eyes on the screen, determined not to lose focus. I’m usually hyperfocused when it comes to playing or watching myself, but today, my mind is wandering. Normally, micromanaging all my mistakes is easy for me. Today, not so much. My mind wanders often.
Which fucking blows because this is important. It’s how I’m able to skate at my best.
The relentless tapping of my foot on the floor pulls me away from what I’m supposed to be doing.
Fucking hell. Where is she?
Another minute passes, and I count the seconds as I wait.
I feel like I’m going out of my mind.
My leg drums harder on the floor.
I’m on the verge of falling off the edge.
Not a good place to be.
The last time I felt like this was right before I met her…
I throw the remote on a grunt. There’s no use watching the damn replay.
I can’t concentrate at all.
Jumping off the couch, I head toward my phone. I’m done with waiting and ready to call her when the door swings open.
“Where the hell have you been?” I blurt out before my brain’s filter kicks in.
Smooth, Slate. Real smooth.
“I went to get you Sweet Tarts.” She holds up the box, which from here is already open. “Sorted.”
Fucking hell.
I’m a real dick.
I don’t even know how to respond.