Page 25 of The Last Love Story
My cock thickens, and even though I shouldn’t, I’m shameless as I slip my hand in my boxers and stroke my length, imagining Jade’s silky lips on my cheek, my lips, my chest. Wrapped around my cock.
Just the thought makes me shudder with desperation.
Working myself from base to tip, I swipe my thumb across, smearing the pre-cum. The fantasy is too easy to get lost in. Her soft curves under my hard body. My fingers digging into her full hips as she rides me. The way her shimmering maple eyes would roll back as she came.
“Fuck,” I grunt.
I stroke myself harder until my spine tingles and my balls tighten.
My release coats my hand as I come to the thought of Jade naked, covered in my cum.Mine.
I am so screwed.
As I come down, my mind clears, and after cleaning up, I’m fixated on what Jade said tonight about her insurance.
A little too wired, I grab my phone and start researching. There has to be another option. She shouldn’t have to paythousands of dollars out of pocket when she has insurance. But the deeper I dig, the less useful information I find.
It’s not until I’m settled in bed, almost asleep, that the perfect solution filters into my brain. So perfect I can’t believe I didn’t think of it before. I’ll have to do a little more research tomorrow, but if I’m right, I might’ve found the solution to Jade’s problems.
CHAPTER EIGHT
JADE
Yes.
Justin’s devastating smirk dances in my mind as I imagine his firm body rolling over mine as he thrusts into me.
I mimic the movements I crave with the silicone cock, hitting the deepest part of my core as my vibrator perfectly teases my clit.
A scream builds in my chest, but I bite my lip, holding it back. These walls are thin, and no one else needs to know that I’m getting myself off to the thought of the sweet, caring, playful Greek god of a man I spent the evening with.
I’ve never been complimented so much in such a short time. Never had someone look at me the way he did. The way a man should look at a woman. Like she’s the only thing worth his time.
Justin made me feel treasured, desired, like there was no woman on the planet as meaningful to him as me.
It’s insanity to think that, to believe it. But the look in his eyesafter I kissed his cheek? It was the wanton desire I’ve written so many times, but never gotten to see.
When I kissed his cheek, fire blazed through me, and I wanted so much more.
It was right not to pursue it. We’re building a friendship and maybe the potential for something more.
That doesn’t mean I can’t fantasize though. After how hot I was for him tonight, I have to take the edge off.
Twice.
The first time was fast, just working my vibrator over my clit, but it wasn’t enough. I want to live the fucking I didn’t get to have vicariously through a blue silicone dildo.
“Fuck,” I mutter, stomach clenching as beads of sweat form between my breasts.
My nipples could use some love too, but since my hands are occupied, I’ll have to make do.
I swirl my hips as I reposition the vibrator and pull the dildo out before shoving it all the way in again.
Faster. More.
My eyes drift closed as I imagine Justin splayed beneath me as I ride him.
Fuck, I love to ride.
