Faith (The Fast Love Collection Book 1) by TM Watkins Read Free Book Online

liquid.
    He went inside, leaving me just as soaked as what he was, just in different areas.
    “Bastard.” I hissed under my breath. “I know you did that on purpose and screw you, it worked.”
    I hated being horny and not having someone to vent my frustration on. There wasn't even a chance of convincing the terrible twosome back for another round of drunken misbehavior, Eddie and James had agreed on no more friends in their bed.
    Sitting on the chair I looked at the second draw on the left hand side of my desk. Inside it was my relief when I got a little too involved in one of my more intense scenes that I was writing. Work myself up by hammering out a chapter of pure written smut and then relieving the tension with my rubbery friend.
    Wriggling my way out of my bed pants, I opened the draw and pulled out the bag of essentials. I had lube in here but it was never necessary, I was always so wet that I never had any issues. There were several types in here, I'd been sent a pack by a firm who was eager for a little product placement in one of my books. I didn't think it was possible but apparently they'd named these things and I had to be very specific and ensure that I had it right.
    I pulled out the cactus, a long cylinder that almost mimicked a penis except for the bumps all over it. They had soft points to them, making it incredibly pleasurable to rub in the right spots. Pushing the chair back, I spread my legs over the arms of the chair and as always, was completely grateful for the reasonably high wall below the window. High enough to hide my wandering hand and cactus, low enough to view the world that slowly passed by.
    That first slide over my sensitive clit was always amazing, I breathed heavily as I settled against the back rest, closing my eyes.
    “Hell yeah.” I said softly.
    Over and over again I rubbed it between the folds, becoming more aroused. So aroused that I removed my shirt to fondle my breasts. Gently pulling on the nipples heightened my rising orgasm.
    All I could think about was that rigid body, the jeans that were slung low on his hips, revealing that defined v over his pelvis. Those firm and strong hands on my body, holding me as he invaded me, fucking me hard. I didn't need love, I needed to be fucked, hard. The kind of kink that had him pulling my hair back as he thrust into me from behind. Feeling the crash of his skin against mine, begging him to be rough. Just a little. Just enough so that I would come hard.
    I wanted to surrender to him, to be at his mercy as I offered myself freely. So long as I got my kicks I didn't care how misogynistic he was or wasn't. My own gratification was necessary, once I was satisfied then all else was inconsequential.
    At least, when it came to my own self-love it was. In real life I was a little more subdued. Okay so a whole lot more subdued. For me, my private time, my masturbation was as kinky as I got. I fantasized about a lot of things that made me blush afterward. Dirty talk, having multiple partners, toys and my favorite, outdoor sex. The thrill of getting caught was something that drove me crazy.
    I found that voicing the dirty talk just a fraction helped me, rather than listening to my own heated breath or stressing over the sounds of the outside world.
    With a gasp I pushed it in, cupping my breast and molding it in my fingers.
    “Fuck yeah.” I gasped.
    As it began to overwhelm me, I arched my back and enjoyed the spiking pleasure.
    “Holy shit.” A deep male voice crooned in the morning air.
    My eyes bolted open, pending orgasm gone, obliterated into a thousand pieces as I sat up. With a wince from the pain of the stupid thing pushing against me, I pulled the bulking dildo out of me and looked out across the road.
    Archer was on the roof of his house, a ladder propped against the guttering. Leaves were scattering into the air as he dropped them to the ground. He could see me. But how much? Shit, he's waving at me.
    I waved back and sank my body