One Night Stand (Vegas After Dark #5) Read Online Tory Baker

Categories Genre: Drama, Erotic Tags Authors: Series: Vegas After Dark Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
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It wasn’t easy staying cool, calm, and collected. This line in the sand he created sucks, even though I get it. Try telling that to my over-sensitive breasts and aching center. I barely made it through the door to the pool house before I dropped my towel, unable to take off my bathing suit, choosing to keep covered in case Cammy or Piper found their way outside. It was a necessity to maintain professionalism even if Forest gave me the rest of the night off. I was restless, needing the release of endorphins, hoping that swimming almost fifty laps in their pool would help. It did not, in fact, help. That was because the second I started to settle down, Forest appeared, staying undercover, and ramped up my lustful thoughts. My head tips back. Forest’s moans, the way I could hear him use his hand to get himself off, it’s at the forefront of my mind. There’s no way I’m going to make it into my bed to find my toy, one that is a rabbit, vibrating against my clit while the dildo slides inside my slick center. The crème de la crème is definitely the attachment in the back. Talk about an out-of-world experience, and one I’ll be using later tonight if my fingers don’t get the job done.

“Oh God,” I moan, one hand inside the top of my bathing suit, fingers pinching and pulling on my nipple, attempting to manipulate one then the other like Forest did. I already know there’s no way of doing it. My hands aren’t warm and calloused; they aren’t multifaceted or able to multitask with his mouth and fingers at the same time. I’m going to try my hardest to make this work, though. Forest may deny any- and everything to do with the two of us, but the truth doesn’t lie—him watching me by the pool, coming on his own when he could have used my body to find that gratification. It would have been much easier had I worn my two-piece bathing suit. Instead, if Forest were to see me now, one hand down the front of my top, the other pulling the fabric at my crotch to the side. Would it have been easier to rip the garment off my body? Yes. Was the need to make myself come ruling every bit of concentration I had? Also yes.

“Forest,” I moan his name, unbridled with passion, not caring if the walls are paper thin and he can hear me clearly if he were to open his bedroom door again. The slide of my fingers along my slit, the wetness from not only the pool water but my own slickness making it easy for me to glide my pointer and middle finger down the lips of my pussy, forming a V-shape. Given the time and opportunity, had I stayed awake long enough, told Forest I was prepared for a round two, maybe I would have felt his tongue flutter against my clit or taken him in my mouth. That didn’t happen, so I’m left with my imagination. I slide two fingers inside my entrance then pull them back out to skate a path to my clit, thumb taking over, sliding and pressing, two fingers sinking back inside, eyes closing on their own accord. Life isn’t fair, not right now, maybe not ever. I understand he has Cammy and Piper to look out for as well as himself. That doesn’t mean I can’t complain about the situation.

“Yes, yes, yes.” My body free falls, knees going weak. I’m plunged into a world of euphoria, one where Forest is here with me, it’s his fingers pumping in and out of me, it’s his mouth on my nipple, going from one to the other, and it’s absolutely his mouth attaching to mine to swallow my moans like he did that one and only night, knowing that those memories are all I’m ever going to have.

I take my fingers away from my pulsing flesh and sink to the floor, forearms going over my bent knees, head looking down, trying to catch my breath from probably the best orgasm I’ve given myself since, well, being with Forest.

There’s no way I’m going to ever recover from this. Forest Hughes has ruined me for any other man, let alone my own fingers, and with the rate things are going, my most beloved battery-operated boyfriend won’t get the edge off either. “Get up, girlfriend. No reason to stay in a wet bathing suit,” I tell myself knowing that I still have stuff to do around the pool house, plus call my mom back since she called as I was walking out the door to swim. Then there’s a much-needed shower, a book that is calling my name to finish, and sleep that’s a necessity when chasing around two energetic little girls.



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