Page 97 of Look at Her and Die

He saw me while standing with his hands on his belt and froze.

“Look okay?” I asked hesitantly.

He swallowed, his eyes taking me in from my hair to my toes, which were again encased with the new heels I’d purchased for the banquet, and said, “Fuck.”

My belly started to swim with butterflies as I said, “Is that a good or a bad fuck?”

“Good,” he replied gruffly. “Definitely good.”

I watched as he loosened his belt, then his pants.

He shoved both his pants and his underwear down his legs, and my mouth watered.

Fuck, the man was built.

Abs. Tan. Muscles on top of muscles. Even the mustache thing he had going on today was doing it for me.

“What’s with the mustache?” I asked as he got closer.

“Mustaches piss my mom off.” He grinned. “So I figured I’d do all the things that would anger her.”

“Is there something that I can do to piss her off?” I teased.

He stopped, his mouth coming close, and closed his mouth over the skin of my neck.

Then he sucked, and I swear to all that’s holy, my knees went weak.

He pulled away and licked his full bottom lip before saying, “That’ll piss her off.”

He pulled back, his hard cock leading the way into the bathroom.

I watched as his ass flexed as he walked into the bathroom, leaving me wanting and ready behind.

Like a string tied me to him, I followed him into the bathroom once I thought I could move without spontaneously orgasming.

He was in the shower already, which never ceased to surprise me.

Posy’s house was nice, but since he was on well water, and the water heater was ancient, it took a solid three minutes for the water to heat up completely.

Meaning, he’d gotten in before the water had been hot. Lukewarm at best.

“I don’t know how you do that,” I said as I watched him through the clear glass doors.

“Do what?” he asked, turning so that I could get a clear, full-frontal view of him.

Likely, it was only because he wanted to see me when he was talking to me. But I liked to think he knew what he did to me, and was teasing me, showing me what I had. Could have if I wanted it.

He started talking, saying something, but my mind wasn’t comprehending the words coming out of his mouth.

No, I was watching as he slowly worked the bar of soap along the length of one muscled arm. Continued to watch as he raised his arm above his head and ran that bar along his armpit, causing soapy bubbles to slowly trail down the length of his arm, over his perfect pec, around one nipple, then farther down the length of his torso. All down the ridges of his abs, to his…

He grabbed his cock and wrapped his hand around it, soap covering his hand.

I whimpered, squeezing my thighs together in response.

He slowly worked his hand up the length of his cock, the tip of him going to a ruddy red as he fisted himself tightly. The veins along his cock were angry and pulsing.

I was panting now, watching him work himself fast and quick. Efficiently.

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