Page 27 of Man Seeking Woman

He really is so fucking hot.

My mind began to run wild with dirty images of him touching me all over, manipulating me with those strong hands and firm arms.

I felt the warmth as it spread down my legs, and found myself rubbing my thighs together. Just the idea of him touching me was turning me on.

Opening up the jacket, I ran a single finger over my sensitive nipples, turning them into stiff peaks. Pinching them lightly, I buried my face into his jacket, allowing his scent to transform my anger into hate filled pleasure.

My hand kept moving, down between my breast, over my stomach, and stopping at the hem of the dress. Pushing the dress out of the way, I ran my fingers up and down the outside of my panties, applying a little more pressure over my clit.

Moaning, I inhaled a big breath of air, giving in to the moment. With all the stress and worry I had been dealing with, I deserved a little escape, a little fun, a little release.

Slipping my fingers into my panties, I touched and rubbed my pussy, spreading the wetness around the folds. August was in my head, his image taking over and controlling my touch.

Faster and faster I worked my clit, dipping a finger into my entrance and using my thumb to work the swelling button. I was picturing his cock, pretending my fingers were his as he stroked himself while he touched me.

My moans grew louder as my stomach clenched, the orgasm bubbling in my core as my clit pulsed. With one final stroke, a surge of tingles exploded through my body, causing me to groan as my muscles tightened.

August might be an inconsiderate prick, but he was the best self pleasure I had ever had.

As my body relaxed and the orgasm faded away, I pushed myself up on the bed, still buzzing from head to toe.I needed that.

Letting out a delicate puff of air, I took off his jacket and went into the bathroom. Taking a quick shower, I put on a pair of leggings and an oversized t-shirt. With my hair up, wrapped in the towel, I went into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of wine.

I felt exhausted and I hadn't actually done a thing. It was the weight of the past few days that was draining me. Grabbing my phone, I stood in the window and watched the light of a boat flicker against the surface of the water as I checked the district website for any openings.

There was nothing.I need a new plan, something needs to change.

Sending Kayla a quick text to let her know I was home, she responded immediately, happy to hear from me and wondering what happened at dinner.

'I'll tell you tomorrow, right now I'm going to bed.'Pushing send, I threw the phone onto the couch and leaned against the windowsill.

Hearing a knock on my door, I had no clue who would be showing up at my house. Checking my phone, Kayla's last message said we'd talk tomorrow.

It's not Kay.

Could it be August? Did he follow me home?

Unwrapping my hair, I dried it with the towel as I walked to the door and asked, "Who is it?"

"Ella, it's Frank."

Fuck, it's my landlord. . .

Opening the door partially, I smiled. "Hey, Frank, what's up?"

"I need the rest of the rent. I hate to put you on the spot like this, but it's been long enough. I've been fair, you've had plenty of time."

Damn it! Can't I just catch a break!

"I'm sorry, Frank, I don't have it yet. I should have it by the end of the week." I lied. But what else was I supposed to do?

"I'm sorry to do this, Ella, but I don't have a choice. You're weeks behind, and I'm not running a charity here."

Handing me an enevolpe, I arched my brow confused. "What is this?" I asked as I took the enevolpe.

"It's an eviction notice, you have until the end of the month."

"What?Frank, come on, you know I'm good for it. I'll have it by Friday."

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