Pistol by Max Henry Read Free Book Online

think it over. “That could be a good idea, ya know.”
    Steph raised her head, and stared wide-eyed at him. “What?”
    “ Ya want me that bad; ya won’t mind givin’ me a show.”
    More blackmail, and she damn near dripped at the thought.
    He settled on his haunches, and laughed as she scrambled from her bed. Steph lunged at the bottom drawer of her nightstand, and withdrew the purple wand that had kept her company many a night when Dave was AWOL.
    “ Don’t spare me the details, Cutie. Pretend it’s you and yer wee friend. I’m not here.” Pete lifted his hands as he rose to his knees, and shuffled backward.
    Steph stared at him where he sat in the corner of her room, next to the laundry hamper. Have you finally lost it? You’re going to masturbate in front of a guy you’ve known a day. Maybe she had lost it, but he was one delicacy she didn’t want to go through life wondering ‘what if’ over. If he left, so be it. But the possibility he may finish the night by fucking her senseless if she went through with it was too much of a risk to leave to chance.
    “You comfortable?” she asked, and surprised herself at how sultry her question sounded.
    “Like I’m watch in’ me favourite show,” he purred.
    Steph crawled back on the bed, and made her way up the mattress until she sat propped against the head board. With her legs spread apart, she rubbed the wand up and down her still sensitive flesh. His heavy breaths were audible over the sound of her panting. The mere thought of her public pleasure had her core drip for stimulation. Who are you? Slowly, she inched the wand into her swollen folds, and breached herself with a whimper.
    “Love, that looks so fuckin’ good.”
    Steph closed her eyes, and replayed his rolling accent over and over in her mind. She let the sexy tones of his voice tickle her shameless joy at finally filling her need with something rigid—even if it wasn’t his. She kneaded her breast as the wand plunged in deeper with every stroke. The electricity built in her centre, and she licked her fingertips to massage her clit and quicken the climax.
    She drew her eyes open, hooded with ecstasy. Pete now knelt at the foot of the bed. “What are you doing?” she breathed.
    “Waiting,” he whispered.
    Her hand kept the frantic tempo with the wand as the other ran quickened circles over her flesh. In no time she felt the contractions start, and closed her eyes to ride the wave as her mouth dropped to an ‘O’ . Hands grabbed her behind the knees, and pulled her to the foot of the bed. She squealed. Steph watched in awe as Pete ripped the wand from her grasp, and plunged his tongue into her swollen flesh. He lapped, and prodded eagerly until she couldn’t hold back a second longer.
    She cried out, and never gave a second thought to if any of the neighbours would hear her. Steph pushed against his face as he continued to ply her orgasm free. With perfect timing, he pulled back on the last seconds of her release, and plunged his finger inside to tickle her G-spot. His finger repeatedly flicked free and tweaked her clit with every stroke, until the waning orgasm built for more.
    Steph threw her head back, and moaned as her entire centre exploded into fireworks. She’d never experienced such a toe-curling climax in her life. She wanted to ride the crest for a whole day, until her body was sapped of any and all traces of energy.
    Pete rocked back on his heels once more as she panted for breath. “Good?” he asked with a hint of amusement.
    “Fan-fucking-tastic,” she breathed.
    “ That’s what I want to hear.” He stood and retrieved his t-shirt. “I’ll see ya tomorrow, then.”
    Her mouth worked to form words, but a pathetic squeak was the only sound she managed as he walked out of her bedroom. The front door clicked behind him, and she flopped back onto the sheets to laugh hysterically.
    Like hell she was about to run after him and flag him down, half naked, and a wet mess to