spotlight and his biceps flex making me groan and my hand tickles down my stomach to the apex of my thighs where my core is clenching. My vagina is practically leaking with wetness and I know I have to do this.
With Beast’s image in my mind, my finger presses my clit and it flutters with pleasure and I moan in delight. My finger trails down and enters me and I have to place a hand on the white tiled wall to keep my legs from completely giving out on me. God, I can’t remember the last time I had an orgasm, the last time I allowed myself to play with my own body. But it feels so fucking good right now.
Another finger enters and my legs turn to jelly as the pleasure travels up my spine. My head is buzzing, my body shaking as pleasure takes over. I grind myself on my hands and curl my fingers to reach the spot that gives me the most pleasure. My eyes roll back in my head and pleasure intensifies, giving me a sense of euphoria. The thrusting of my fingers gets harder, racing to find the release I desperately need. I’m on the brink, I can feel the walls of my vagina clench around my fingers as the orgasm starts. I lift one of my legs up to rest on the edge of the bath tub and shove fingers in harder, faster. I’ve never felt so much pleasure, Beast is still in the forefront of my mind and I can imagine him pumping his cock in his hands as he watches what he does to me. That’s the thought that takes me over the edge and bite my arm in an attempt to not scream out for Gemma to here.
As I come down from my high, I try to catch the breath I lost when my orgasm exploded. My vagina is still contracting, feeling the effects of the intense pleasure I gave myself. I don’t even register the coldness of the wall as I lean against it, fighting for breath and silently hoping that my legs can hold me up.
Having got my breathing under control, I quickly wash up and do my hair before making a swift exit. Damn, that was hot but why did it have to be Beast in my head? I can feel the regret clawing at my throat, but it’s not like he’ll ever know. Why couldn’t I picture Lukas Rossi or Jacoby Shaddix? Hell, why not Ian Somerhalder? My life is screwed up if I can’t picture the hot men that I have plastered on my bedroom walls but instead, a man that I don’t particularly like but is so sexy it should be made illegal.
Groaning deep in my throat, I dry myself and grab my robe that’s hanging on the hook attached to the outside of the shower/bath. Tying a knot with the belt, I leave the warmth of the bathroom to go get ready for this evening when I hear muffled voices from the front room.
Curious, I head to the living room at the front of the large apartment and come face to face with Beast. “What the fuck are you doing here?” I ask. I feel the scorching heat on my cheeks and he smirks at me. Did he hear me? Fuck!
“You left your phone at my Ma’s restaurant. She called me to come get it.” The huskiness in his voice has my core clenching again and goosebumps dance across my skin.
“How did you know where we lived?” That’s what I’m confused about. I don’t really know this guy and yet he found out where my home is. And if that’s not bad enough, I’m stood here in a fucking robe with nothing on. I notice Gemma making a swift exit to her bedroom and I glare at her receding back. Bitch.
“Your file. All MMA fighters have one, you should know that.” His smirk is stupidly sexy and it grates on my nerves that he can make my body come alive just with a single look. Hell, his voice could make me cum alone.
“Oh. Um…thanks?” I don’t know why I pose this like a question but I’m starting to feel more uncomfortable as time goes on. “Is there anything else you want or are you going to continue to look at my legs?”
His head shoots up and his gaze burn into my face. I feel like a thousand lightning bolts are hitting me, the fire inside has heat spread across my chest.
“You blushing is hot.” That short
With Beast’s image in my mind, my finger presses my clit and it flutters with pleasure and I moan in delight. My finger trails down and enters me and I have to place a hand on the white tiled wall to keep my legs from completely giving out on me. God, I can’t remember the last time I had an orgasm, the last time I allowed myself to play with my own body. But it feels so fucking good right now.
Another finger enters and my legs turn to jelly as the pleasure travels up my spine. My head is buzzing, my body shaking as pleasure takes over. I grind myself on my hands and curl my fingers to reach the spot that gives me the most pleasure. My eyes roll back in my head and pleasure intensifies, giving me a sense of euphoria. The thrusting of my fingers gets harder, racing to find the release I desperately need. I’m on the brink, I can feel the walls of my vagina clench around my fingers as the orgasm starts. I lift one of my legs up to rest on the edge of the bath tub and shove fingers in harder, faster. I’ve never felt so much pleasure, Beast is still in the forefront of my mind and I can imagine him pumping his cock in his hands as he watches what he does to me. That’s the thought that takes me over the edge and bite my arm in an attempt to not scream out for Gemma to here.
As I come down from my high, I try to catch the breath I lost when my orgasm exploded. My vagina is still contracting, feeling the effects of the intense pleasure I gave myself. I don’t even register the coldness of the wall as I lean against it, fighting for breath and silently hoping that my legs can hold me up.
Having got my breathing under control, I quickly wash up and do my hair before making a swift exit. Damn, that was hot but why did it have to be Beast in my head? I can feel the regret clawing at my throat, but it’s not like he’ll ever know. Why couldn’t I picture Lukas Rossi or Jacoby Shaddix? Hell, why not Ian Somerhalder? My life is screwed up if I can’t picture the hot men that I have plastered on my bedroom walls but instead, a man that I don’t particularly like but is so sexy it should be made illegal.
Groaning deep in my throat, I dry myself and grab my robe that’s hanging on the hook attached to the outside of the shower/bath. Tying a knot with the belt, I leave the warmth of the bathroom to go get ready for this evening when I hear muffled voices from the front room.
Curious, I head to the living room at the front of the large apartment and come face to face with Beast. “What the fuck are you doing here?” I ask. I feel the scorching heat on my cheeks and he smirks at me. Did he hear me? Fuck!
“You left your phone at my Ma’s restaurant. She called me to come get it.” The huskiness in his voice has my core clenching again and goosebumps dance across my skin.
“How did you know where we lived?” That’s what I’m confused about. I don’t really know this guy and yet he found out where my home is. And if that’s not bad enough, I’m stood here in a fucking robe with nothing on. I notice Gemma making a swift exit to her bedroom and I glare at her receding back. Bitch.
“Your file. All MMA fighters have one, you should know that.” His smirk is stupidly sexy and it grates on my nerves that he can make my body come alive just with a single look. Hell, his voice could make me cum alone.
“Oh. Um…thanks?” I don’t know why I pose this like a question but I’m starting to feel more uncomfortable as time goes on. “Is there anything else you want or are you going to continue to look at my legs?”
His head shoots up and his gaze burn into my face. I feel like a thousand lightning bolts are hitting me, the fire inside has heat spread across my chest.
“You blushing is hot.” That short
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