Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 176012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
I look down, my pre-cum wetting her panties. Fire starts to spill off my skin as my muscles burn.
Would they tell me I couldn’t fucking have her? I know they would. They’ll kill me. But to hear her say it makes it more real.
“I wouldn’t want Madoc to resent you,” she tells me. “I know it won’t be you. It’ll be someone else.”
I shake my head slowly.
“Can I show you what I want it to be like with him, whoever he’ll be?”
She rolls her hips, her back arching and her waist rising up again and again.
If I’d stayed, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from tasting her until she screamed.
I hold my phone over my head, looking up at her as I lie back on the bed. “I’m watching.”
She slips her panties off her ass and slides them down her legs. “Good,” she taunts, “because that’s what I want. I want him obsessed with watching me, and I want to see you at family gatherings someday, knowing you loved watching me too.”
She pulls a rope out of her bedside drawer, but as she wraps it around the post on her footboard, I see it’s not a rope at all. It’s a long string of pearls—about two feet. The kind women loop around their neck two or three times.
I can barely breathe as I watch her remove the T-shirt and kneel on the bed, securing the string of beads.
Straddling the rope with one knee on the bed and one foot on the ground, she places a hand behind her, pulling the pearls taut as she takes the bed post in her other hand and starts riding them.
“Quinn…” I breathe out.
What the fuck? She slides her pussy up and down the tight necklace, each little pearl tickling her clit. A moan escapes her, then a whimper, getting louder and louder.
Where did she learn this?
“He digs his fingers into my hips,” she says, fucking her imaginary man, “staring up at me like he wants it to go all night.”
I look up at her on the screen like she’s sitting on me now.
“His breath is heavy, pumping his hips up and pressing himself deeper…” She coos. “…and deeper inside me.”
I squeeze my dick, rubbing her panties over the drip seeping out.
“The room is dark.” Her voice shakes. “The air is thick, and he sticks his thumb in my mouth so all of his friends in the next room don’t hear me coming.”
I thrust my hips, pumping my dick into my hand. So all of her brothers in the next room don’t hear her…
Jerking her hips, she rides faster, her breasts bobbing.
“But he just stops caring,” I tell her, joining in, “because he pulls you forward and covers your breast with his mouth.”
She follows my lead, leaning forward, and I feel my arm around her waist, pressing her flesh between my lips.
“He glides his tongue over your nipple,” I say.
She whimpers. “It feels good.”
“What does he feel like?”
“Hard.” She starts crying out. “And thick, like a rod pumping into me.”
“Fuck him,” I beg. “Fuck him, baby.”
I fucking wish I was him.
“I’m dripping down his cock.”
“Fuck him harder,” I growl.
“I will.”
Her ass bounces back and forth, and I’m mesmerized. Her lush hips moving as beautifully as a feather riding the wind. She’s done this before.
She won’t be so quiet in her own house, I’m guessing.
“Harder,” I gasp.
I’m so lost in watching Quinn, her hair spread around her arms and in her face as I feel myself under her and behind her and in five other positions, that I don’t realize I’ve stopped stroking.
All I wanna do is watch her. If I can’t touch her…
Sweat covers my chest. “You’re so beautiful.” And I can feel her between my teeth. “He’ll clean you up with his fucking tongue.”
I know, because I would.
She shoots up, straightening her spine, and throws her head back, crying out.
What is she thinking about?
Is she thinking about me?
Who’s she fucking?
Her orgasm spreads through her body, first paralyzing her breath and making the thrusts turn to a steady rocking.
Then…she slows to a stop.
I don’t realize my mouth is open, like I’m going through it with her, until my throat is as dry as the desert.
I stare up at her, dying to hold her. I don’t think I can do this again.
I need to smell her skin.
“You still there?” I hear her ask softly.
She’s so wet by now. I know it.
“Quinn…” I breathe out.
That was number eight on her birthday list. Perform for someone.
“Do you think he’ll like it?” she asks.
“He better. He should be so lucky.” I swallow a couple of times to wet my mouth. “No one is good enough to have you.”
She climbs off the pearls and kneels on the bed, sitting on her feet. Her breasts still point at me. “I won’t fall in love with Farrow or Noah. Promise.” She looks up at the camera, to me. “If it’s this good with the right person, then I’ll wait for him.”