Page 5 of The Mountain Man's Secret Bride
I know I should close the bedroom door, but a part of me likes knowing she could catch me naked at any moment. I slip out of the rest of my clothes, glancing at the door, hoping to find her watching me, but no luck.
A cold shower it is.
The cold water feels good on my heated skin, but it’s doing nothing for my raging hard-on. Looks like I’ll have to take care of that myself. Squirting some bodywash in the palm of my hand, I glance toward the closed bathroom door. As much as I wanted to leave it open in hopes of her walking in and joining me, I’m not a pervert. It’s bad enough I’m going to masturbate in the shower with her only a few feet away in the living room.
I run the palm of my hand up the length of my shaft causing it to twitch at my touch. I’ve used my hand a hundred times before I met Jessa, but today it doesn’t feel good enough as I stroke up and down, faster and faster, with a vision of Jessa on her knees in the shower with me.
I’d tease her by rubbing the tip over her lips until she was begging to take me deep in her throat. When I finally let her take me into her mouth, her tongue would lick me from root to tip over and over until she swallowed me down as far as she could take me.
My hand rubs faster and faster, thinking about her perfect mouth on me, until I’m coming with a grunt, painting the shower wall with my seed that should be inside the gorgeous woman sitting on my couch, not all over my shower.
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Jessa
The penis doesn’t seemto match the scale of the rest of my drawing. I turn my tablet from side to side, even upside down, checking my drawing from every angle.
The authors I create NSFW character artwork for will likely appreciate its size, but it seems way too large to be believable.Not that I have anything other than the lady porn I watch as a reference.
Yes, I’m that person who can say I watch porn for educational reasons.
Getting a job as a character artist fell into my lap right after I graduated from high school. It all started when I began drawing for a summer art class I was taking, and one of the older women in my class asked me to draw some pieces from a book she was reading.
I took the book home and devoured it in just a few hours—all the naughty scenes filling my mind. The urge to draw them was so strong, I spent the rest of the night sketching each one before showing them to Mrs. Arneson the next day in art class.
She was so impressed by my drawings that she gave my name and contact information to a few of her author friends, and one thing led to another. Now I have twenty-five authors I draw for. Some are more detailed than others, but this is the first time I’ve drawn such a large penis. It must be the run-in with Bay’s bulge that inspired me. A dull pulse throbs between my legs as I remember just how close I was to the real thing.
If I can't have the real thing, I'll just have to continue to draw what I think is caged behind the zipper of his tight jeans. With a sigh, I shade the underside of the shaft, making it appear almost three-dimensional—almost like you can wrap your hand around it.
Once I'm satisfied with the monster between his legs, I move to his face and my sketching takes on a mind of its own and before I know it a picture of a very handsome, very naked, scars and all Bay is staying back and me from the tablet with a smirk on his face, like he knows he's the one making my clit throb in agony.
There is no way I'm going to survive the night with this pulsing between my legs without taking care of it myself. But it feels wrong to masturbate in my fake fiancé's bed.
I shift my gaze toward the bedroom door, making sure Bay doesn't catch me with my drawing. I'm not ashamed of them; I just don't want him to judge me for my line of work.
When I still hear the shower running in the bathroom, I go back to my drawing, focusing on the details of what I imagine Bay's happy trail would look like.
With a smirk, I deepen the trail with more shadows, emphasizing the six abs I know are under his shirt.
“Are you drawing a naked picture of me?”
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Bay
“Are you drawing anaked picture of me?” I glance over her shoulder, staring at the naked man on her tablet who looks an awful lot like me.
She has all my features exactly, from my muscular chest to my thick thighs, even my facial scars, which don’t seem as badthrough her eyes. But what catches my eye is the large shaft between my legs.
I might be a virgin, but I know I’m bigger than most guys—even the ones in pornos I’ve tried to watch but got distracted by the lack of connection between the male and female leads, and she nailed my length and girth.
Her scream echoes through the room, making Charlie jump out of his dog bed and rush to her side as she slams her tablet face down on the coffee table. “Can you please forget that you ever saw that drawing?” she pleads. “It’s actually for my part-time job.”
My little fiancée is full of surprises. “Your part-time job is drawing porn?”
“It’s not as bad as it sounds. Some romance readers have trouble picturing certain scenes in their heads. My drawings help with that." Her face turns a pretty shade of pink, and I fight the urge to kiss her lips. "I get paid by the authors for my work." She lifts her chin, daring me to make fun of her career.
Teasing her is so much fun, I can't help myself. "So how much would a naked picture of me go for?"
