Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
It was only a second or two before Elle stood back up and innocently beamed down at me before wishing me a goodnight. But it was all I could do to mutter a pathetic “thanks” and pray she couldn’t see the enormous boner running like a snake down my thigh.
But it didn’t stop there. The next morning, Elle texted me from work to ask me how the cookies were, and whether I was having a better day. I replied, thanking her politely and apologizing for being so grouchy. Then, things settled into a nice pitter-patter of talk. For the next few days, we exchanged jokes, how-are-yous, and inane pleasantries. Then the texts became habitual: checking in on each other, sharing thoughts and preferences, and telling each other about our days. At first, we talked about regular things like co-workers and the latest series on Netflix. But it wasn’t long before our conversation turned sexy with some off-color jokes, before proceeding to full-on sexual innuendoes. Soon, I was getting erections whenever I pulled my phone out, just from the anticipation.
Most of the time the texting happens while I’m at work, and it’s inconvenient to say the least. I get so hot for my stepdaughter that I have to excuse myself to get rid of my boner. Just a few beating strokes of my hard cock to the thought of her lush curves is usually enough to make me come fast in the dark alleyway behind the body shop. Then, I go back to work for a bit, my body relaxed but my mind still full of Elle.
Hell, I wouldn’t mind rubbing one out right now, in fact. It would help, certainly. The way Elle had looked at me when she’d asked me what I would do to her was utterly irresistible. Her beautiful face showed a mixture of vulnerability, sass, insecurity, and arousal, her perfect plump lips parted invitingly. What did she expect me to do? Tell her what I’d do to her? The things I want to do to her are filthy, and unsuitable for a beautiful teen girl.
Yet, I can’t help the dirty thoughts from circulating in my mind. What if I told her I wanted to lick and kiss her huge tits, and suck her nipples until she was close to coming? What if I told her that just one gentle nibble of her swollen, slippery clit would make her orgasm? That I would use her slippery juices to stuff her virgin pussy with my thick length? What would she say if I told her I’d do it slowly, carefully, until she begged for more? What about if I told her I want to squeeze my huge, veiny cock into her tight little virgin ass and fuck it until I made her squirt? Over and over again, until she’s so spent from orgasming that she begs me to stop?
Clearly, Elle would be horrified. The beautiful brunette would back away from me in fear and disgust because the truth is that she doesn’t know what she’s asking for. But it’s not her fault. She’s too young and innocent, and it’s like Bambi tiptoeing up to an ogre. She has no idea of the danger, and I can’t blame her.
But the fact is that I’m a desperately horny asshole, and that’s why I can’t go home right now. Because I don’t trust myself not to do these rancid acts. I’m not strong enough. Not after Elle looked at me like that. Even if the curvy girl undressed right in front of me and begged me to fuck her, it still wouldn’t be right, but the problem is that I wouldn’t be able to resist. And then I’d be an even bigger piece of shit than I already am. Right now, all my filthy thoughts of her are just that: thoughts. And thoughts of taking her innocence are disgusting enough, but if I actually act on my thoughts, I’ll condemn myself to a lifetime of guilt and shame. And I could never live with myself knowing I’d done wrong by Elle.
Unless there’s another way…
4
Elle
I startle awake suddenly, and lie there for a moment, listening. What woke me? Whatever it was, it’s gone now because my room is dark and quiet. It must have just been a dream, although I still feel muddled in the head.
I sigh and roll to my side to check the time on my phone: it’s almost 2 a.m. With a shudder, I remember reading somewhere that most home invasions happen around 2 a.m. and for a moment I feel scared, letting my eyes dart along the shadows in my room. Is there an intruder lurking in the darkness?
“Stop freaking yourself out, Elle,” I chastise myself. “You’re being an idiot. Go back to sleep.” Besides, I live in a house with two strong men. I’d like to see any intruder try to take on the likes of Hunter and Alex. Hmm, that could be fun to watch. Both alpha males, burly and fast, beating a burglar to a pulp before turning their huge, veiny shafts to me. I start falling asleep to this fantasy, but then I hear a sound coming from the corner of my room and I suddenly startle awake again, my eyes flying open as I sit up.