Page 7 of Extra Tight

The first thing I do when I open the cloning program is check her text messages. She’s texting Josie, but she doesn’t mention that I made her strip. Interesting. She calls me an asshole, which is fair, and then tells her she’s tired and is getting ready for bed.

My fingers pause when I see the last message from Josie.

Josie: The article I sent you earlier says masturbating helps. I’m sure you could think of something to help with that, lol! Night, night!

“What the fuck?” I click the article she sent Goldie, and my eyes widen.

It’s a medical website giving advice on what to do if your vagina is too tight. It talks about stimulating the clitoris and starting small with one-finger penetration. It even suggests rubbing against things like a pillow or your partner's thigh to build pleasure. It’s essentially a how-to on getting so turned on that when you stretch the hole it isn’t painful.

A text message pops up on Goldie’s phone, and I click over to see it.

Goldie: Might as well. At least it will help me sleep. Talk to you tomorrow!

I swallow hard as I watch her phone switch from text messages to Google. She types something into the search bar, but before I can see what it is, a screen begins to load. I can’t imagine what kind of porn she looks at, but the idea of her getting off to another man makes me clench my fists. Maybe now is a good time to take that door off.

I’m having so many jealous thoughts that I’m not paying attention to the screen until something catches my eye. That’s when I see she’s on my company’s website. I’m confused until she goes to the ‘about’ page, and a picture of me appears on the screen. It’s one that was taken a few months ago when my web designer updated the site. He joked that I looked pissed off in my picture, which I did, but I was annoyed that the photographer was late, and I wanted to get it over with.

My picture stays on the screen for so long that it finally dawns on me that this is what she’s masturbating to. The realization has me standing up so quickly my desk chair tumbles backwards. Before I can stop myself, I rush down the hall as quietly as I can and press my ear to her door.

At first there’s silence, but then I hear a soft moan from Goldie followed by a low buzzing sound. I close my eyes and press my ear to the door, desperate to hear more. The buzzing gets louder, and I think I stop breathing when she whispers my name.

“Nash.” She says it again like she’s imagining it’s me getting her off.

I know I shouldn’t, but I reach into my joggers and wrap my fingers around my cock. There’s no man alive that could resist this. I’m hard and throbbing as I pump fast while thinking of her impossibly tight cunt. One that’s so tight she’s trying to find ways to make a man fit. No, to make me fit.

“Nash!” The sound of her shouting my name as she climaxes has me cumming right along with her.

I whisper a curse before I push away from the door, forcing myself back down the hall. How the fuck am I going to stay off of her while we’re alone in this house? All I can think about is getting on top of her and seeing just how tight she is.

One thing is for sure: That goddamn door is coming off the hinges. Tonight. I’ll do it while she sleeps so she can’t tempt me into leaving it in place.

The next time she rubs her pussy, I’ll be watching.

Chapter Five

GOLDIE

I glare at my bedroom door. Well, the spot where a door used to be. How the hell did I not hear him take it? It was there when I went to sleep. The man is out of his mind. I can’t believe he actually took it!

I throw off my blanket and climb out of bed. I want to storm out of my room and go find him, but my shyness is stopping me. Getting naked in front of him is probably a sign that I’m out of my mind too. It’s going to be hard to face him, but I’m not going to let him know it. I’m going to pretend it never happened.

After I get ready for school and exit my room, I don’t see him. My eyes linger on his closed door, and I scowl at it. What a bunch of bullshit. He can have a door and do whatever the hell he wants, but I can’t.

Before I realize what I’m doing, I stomp down the stairs to the kitchen and drop my bag on the island. I make myself a bowl of cereal, and right when I’m sitting down to eat it Nash walks in.

“Morning,” he says, like this is totally normal.

Per usual, Nash is wearing his slacks and button-up. Why does he always have to be so damn handsome? He doesn’t even have to try.

I shove a giant bite of cereal into my mouth and ignore him the best I can. It’s hard because he rules my thoughts when he is halfway across the country. How am I supposed to do it when we’re in the same room?

The first time I’m naked in front of a man and he leaves me standing there as if it was nothing to him. My curves never bothered me before, but now they have me questioning myself. What do I know, though? To Nash, the sight of a naked woman could hold no meaning. I’m sure they throw themselves at him all the time. I guess after last night, I’m not any better. I’ve wanted him from the moment I met him.

“Don’t ignore me.”

“I’m eating,” I mutter with a mouth full of food, not caring if that annoys him. In fact, annoying him is preferrable. I’d love to get under his skin the same way he gets under mine.

“What time do you need to leave?”

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