Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
“Okay,” she sighs. Scooping her back up, with pleasure I carried her to my bed and set her down on the chest next to my bed.
“You need to change out of these wet clothes,” I insist.
“I don’t have any other clothes here. They were packed in my car.” She gives me a sheepish smile, biting down on the side of her bottom lip. I want to pull it from her pearly whites and bite it myself. I’d like her naked, but I’m sure she wouldn’t appreciate it.
“I know, baby girl. Maybe I can find something for you to wear.”
“I don’t want any of your lovers’ clothes,” she spits out from out of the blue. There’s no need to worry about that and something she’ll never have to worry about because she’s my only one.
“Relax, Honey. I was talking about a shirt of mine, maybe some small boxers or some shit. There’s no woman’s clothes here.” Fuck, I get hard just thinking about her wearing my clothes. Giving space between us, I step over to my dresser.
“Good, because I’d rather walk around naked than wear another woman’s clothes.”
“That wouldn’t be acceptable. Your brother expects me to take care of you and wouldn’t be pleased if you were here naked. Now, chill. I’ll be right back.” I have to calm down and adjust my cock before she sees that this old man has a hard on for her. Was she fucking jealous or does she have a thing about other women in general? Fuck, I really hope it’s the former.
When I bend down, I give myself a slight second to readjust my length in my painfully tight and soaked jeans. Digging through my drawer, I pull out my favorite tee shirt and then I push around for some fucking bottoms that might fit her sexy ass. I pulled out a pair of boxer briefs. She might not be large like me, but she’s got a nice round ass that will fill out the backside nicely. That vision isn’t going to help my dick soften or keep me acting like the gentleman she thinks I am.
“Here you go, baby girl.” I toss the clothes on the bed.
“Thank you,” she says, reaching for them.
That’s when I make a break for the door. As I reach the doorway, I say, “I’m going to change out of these and then check in on you. When I get back you better be lying down.”
“Okay,” she huffs like she’s put out with me. Did I miss something? I don’t have time for this. I’m hard as fuck for a girl nearly half my age. The same woman I fantasize about all the damn time, and I gave her my bed to sleep in, which will now forever be a memory that will haunt me.
A part of me wants to slide in beside Honey, slip my hands under her shirt and slowly touch and tease her out of her clothes until she’s begging me to fuck her. The thought has more than crossed my mind the moment I drove to Honey’s shop. I’m allergic to bees, but I need Honey for the rest of my life. She’s been all I’ve thought about for the last couple of years, but she’s too young for me.
Forgetting about my lust for the young Honey, I change out of my wet clothes and check on my guest. She’s not in bed of course. No, she’s standing near the bedroom window, looking out at the storm over the horizon. The view from my bedroom is spectacular and until now I’ve never had anyone to share it with. Stepping up beside her, I say, “You don’t like following rules, do you?”
She turns her head, tilting upward with a smirk. “Not from men who aren’t my father.”
I swallow hard, a word on my tongue that I hold back because I don’t want to scare her off. Her brother called me too old for her, but I’ll be something else for her. My dick jerks in my sweats, and it’s not doing a very good job of hiding.
“By the way, don’t you have a guest bedroom or a sofa? Are we sharing a bed?”
“Yes, I do have a guest bedroom and a sofa, and no we aren’t sharing a bed. As you reminded me, I’m not your father. I’m a grown ass man, and over a decade older than you.”
Needing some space before I lose the last bit of control I possess, I excuse myself to check on something I already know is secure. “I need to check on the rear shutters.” I rush out of the bedroom.
I spent the better part of an hour ignoring her, doing my best to stay out of my bedroom and that side of the house until I realized that perhaps she was hungry or thirsty and could need something.