Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
It’s as if I’m outside my body, watching him doing this to someone else as he goes for my hoodie, but it’s my arms lifting, my head he pulls the hoodie over, so it must be happening to me. He drops it to the floor, then goes for my T-shirt. I let him take that off too, see that the black is almost gone from one of his nails. “Your polish is messed up.” It might be the dumbest thing I’ve ever said.
“I can fix it,” he says with a small, cocky smile.
“But I found you. You let me find you, and I reeled you back in…”
He did find me, and I let him. In that moment, Shai’s voice, the way he called me baby, pulled me back from that place where most people can’t reach me.
“Are you going to finish taking off my clothes, or what?” I ask, feeling myself grin, something that just an hour ago had felt forever out of reach.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“You’re the one who needs me,” I counter. “Your words, not mine.”
“Of course you’re gonna use that to your advantage.”
But he doesn’t deny it. Why isn’t he denying it?
He takes my hand and pulls me to the bathroom. “Think we can get cleaned up without getting your bandage wet?”
“If the prize is getting naked with you, you can get anything on me wet.”
“God, it’s so fucking hot how much you love my dick.” He presses my hand against the growing bulge between his legs.
“I’ve always been a slut, but you’ve turned me into a greedy slut with that thing.”
“My slut,” he says, and I get a zing of…hell, I can’t even describe it. I just know it feels good, so fucking good I want to capture it and hold on to it forever.
Shai turns on the water, then gets back to stripping me. My shoes, socks, pants, and underwear pile up on the floor, me stroking my half-hard cock, watching him get naked. What is it about him that turns me on so much? Why does he make me feel so…good, when I didn’t know that was possible.
Shai pulls me into the shower. The second we’re in there, my lips crush down on his. I push him back against the shower wall, rut against him, demand control of his mouth, Shai’s hands moving to my ass, squeezing and playing while he lets me have my way with his mouth. When I try to turn, easing us beneath the spray more, he puts a stop to it, positioning me so my injured arm is away from the water. I chase his mouth again, but this time, Shai doesn’t let me catch it.
“Be good. Let’s get cleaned up.” Shai grabs my sponge, pumping soap into it, then washing my body. He kneels in front of me as he soaps my legs.
“You look pretty down there.” His hair has gotten wet, and instead of sticking up in every way possible, it’s flat against his head now. It’s no less sexy than at any other time. Shai is always fucking sexy to me.
“Why? Because I’m so close to this?” He strokes my hard shaft.
“Yesss,” I hiss, but unfortunately, he lets me go.
“Get your hand on me.”
“Be patient, Cherry. I’ll make you come later.”
Shai rinses me off, doing a better job than I would have thought at keeping my bandage as dry as possible, before he washes himself. I sit back and watch him, enjoy him leading this night, only speaking up when I want something.
Shai turns off the shower and gets us both towels. “Should I rebandage this?” he asks.
“It’s fine. I don’t care about that right now.” I only care about him. “Go get on my bed.” It’s my turn to take what I want.
Shai gives me a slow nod but does as I say. He watches me, hand sliding up and down his fat cock, while I go to the bag I brought home earlier and pull out the thong. Even from across the room, I see his pupils flare as I pull the red fabric up my legs. They’re silky and soft, so fucking soft that I let out a moan at the feel of them against my heated skin. The pouch doesn’t fit my hard, aching cock, but the back rests in my crease the way it’s supposed to.
“Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Shai moves so he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, cock jutting up, looking slick from his precum.
“I like the way they feel. I want to do something bad when I wear them.”
He chuckles. “How about tonight you just let me do you, and then we can figure something else out for another time.”
“I’m not complaining.”
He grabs the lube from the nightstand, slicking his hand and jerking his dick as I walk over to him.