Fulfillment by Golland, M. (best large ebook reader .txt) 📕

after a betthat he lost, that he would have to perform a ‘Channing’ forme.

My eyeswidened as he rolled his neck around, in a slow, sexy and seductiveway. I gasped, throwing my hands over my mouth. Holy fuck, he’sreally gonna do a Channing. Realising what he was about to dofor me, I squealed then kicked my feet up and down on theground.

“Oh! My! God!Bryce!” I shrieked.

He unzippedhis jacket as he took a step toward me, sliding my way to the beat.I squealed again as he got closer, bouncing up and down on my seat,my smile threatening to spread wider than the edges of face—if thatwas at all possible.

He moved hiships to the beat as he removed his jacket and dropped it on thefloor, a smirk appearing at the corner of his mouth. Fuck, wherethe hell did this dancing God come from? He’s got moves!

He rolled hisbody back a few times as he raised his eyebrow suggestively at me,prompting an instant squeezing of my legs together. My pussyabruptly woke up, beckoning his touch, a touch I wanteddesperately, but not until he’d finished Magic-Miking for me. Thiswas just too fucking good.

He slid my waya little more then ran his hands down his chest which was coveredin a tight white singlet top. My mouth went dry and I swallowedslowly. Oh, fuck. I’m about to sexually combust. I couldfeel the blood rushing to my head as he got down on his hands andknees and crawled toward me then he slid backward in adry-hump-the-floor kind of way. I laughed and threw my head back,as that particular move was my favourite part of Magic Mike’s striptease in the movie, and Bryce just pulled it off perfectly.

He smiled atme, then with ease, did a back flip. I screamed, unprepared for histalented acrobatics and for fear he was about to land on his head.He didn’t though. He landed perfectly on his feet then stripped offhis singlet triumphantly, revealing his delicious chest, abs andthat freakishly fantastic ‘V’ muscle.

I gripped theedge of the couch, needing to restrain myself from tearing acrossthe room and clawing at him like a sexually crazed wild animal. Icouldn’t entirely rule that scenario out, the sight of him stirringan uncontrollable heated primal feeling within me.

The choruskicked in, and Ginuwine sang about ‘riding his pony’ and as thoselyrics filled the room, Bryce thrust his cock and pointed at itdefinitively, forcing my mouth to drop. Yes...it dropped to thefreaking floor, followed by the rest of my body. I was now on myknees, sitting on the backs of my feet in front of the couch,salivating. Fuck! I desperately wanted to ride his pony. Iwanted to freakin’ ride it immediately.

He did a360-degree spin and stopped, standing over me, only centimetresaway. He pulled his tracksuit pants down at the front only slightlyrevealing what looked like red underwear. No! He hasn’t...Hedidn’t...Oh, fuck! I think he did. My eyes widened and I kneltup higher to sneak a peek at what I thought was a red G-string,just like Magic Mike’s.

He grabbed myhand and twitched his finger at me as if to say ‘nuh uh’, then hegently pulled me back up so that I was once again sitting on theedge of the couch.

Eye-fucking meheatedly, he slowly crouched down to his knees and placed his headbetween my legs. I shuddered. Oh, holy fuck. Then, almostinstantly, he lifted me and stood up, my pelvis covering his faceand my legs wrapped around his neck. I screamed at my change ofelevation and because Magic Mike did the same thing to some randomchick in the movie.

He walked meover to the step and gently knelt down, laying me flat on my back.I laughed and covered my face with my hands.

“You’recrazy!” I branded him over the music.

He didn’t sayanything, just pretended to dry-hump me as Ginuwine sang aboutbeing horny. I couldn’t stop laughing at his smirking face, when hehovered over my mouth and teased me with his lips. I tried to kisshim but he pulled away and slowly crept down my body, eyeing medevilishly and stopping momentarily to nip at the damp spot betweenmy legs. My thighs instantly closed around his head, holding himtightly. But my strength paled in comparison to his, as he openedthem back up with ease, releasing himself to stand above me onceagain.

“You’reinsane,” I giggled, as he waggled his eyebrows in response andremoved his shoes and socks.

Proppingmyself up on my elbows, I eagerly watched him pull down histracksuit pants. My eyes widened, and I fell back and put my handsover my mouth to subdue the laugh that was bursting from within me.To my absolute delight, I had been right in my assumption that hewas wearing a red G-string, just like Mike.

“HappyBirthday, Hunny,” he said with conviction.

I covered myeyes, laughing hysterically, but peeking through my fingers at theluscious eye-candy above me. I kicked my legs up and down withexcitement as I knew what he was going to do next. He crouched downover me, facing my feet, then hovering his crotch over my face, hepumped his pelvis to the music—imitating fucking my face. Isquealed again and tried to bite at his cock.

“Hey. Easy,”he laughed.

I ignored himand gripped his delicious arse pushing his package into myface.

The music dieddown and Bryce rolled off of me, while trying to pluck the thinmaterial from between his arse in an awkward fashion. I couldn’thold it in any longer and burst into hysterics.

“I can’tbelieve you,” I said in between laughs and gasps for air.

Chuckling, hefinally replied, “Believe it, because I ain’t wearing this fuckingarse flossing, red piece of shit ever again.”

CHAPTERFOURTEEN

I’ve oftenwondered that if you fell asleep with a smile on your face and wokeup with that same smile, had it stayed on your face the entire timeyou were asleep, being the evidence of overpowering elation youexperienced before your mind went to rest? If that notion was atall possible, then I was pretty sure the smile I had just woken upwith was the same smile I had when I fell asleep the night before—aresult of Bryce’s strip tease.

I hadn’t evenopened my eyelids, yet I was thoroughly beaming,