Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
That was before the last shoe dropped and I learned that my little girl had actually walked in on her and one of her fuck boys getting down and dirty while sniffing coke.
Instead of stopping, this bitch had laughed and carried on with what she was doing. After hearing that shit I wanted nothing to do with her and I sure as fuck didn’t want her anywhere near my kids again.
I’d been so pissed I’d fired everyone that worked in the house. It was tough at first, having to care for the children on my own, but I couldn’t have people I could no longer trust around me.
Then I remembered the sweet kid who sometimes babysat for us. I remembered that the kids had always liked her especially out of all the other sitters that we’d used on occasion.
I knew she had to be around eighteen by then, since she’d started working for us a little after her sixteenth birthday.
It was a lot to ask of someone that young, to cook, clean and look after my kids once training camp started, but I wanted to take my time and hire new staff.
I remember the day she came to the house for that interview. It was the first time I’d really looked at her and I was surprised that my body had actually reacted.
I’d been abstaining from sex going on two and a half years. Not because I couldn’t find pussy, there was plenty of that to go around in this town. But I was so disgusted with the turn my marriage had taken, it just hadn’t been that high on my to do list.
That was surprising because I was not known for going without for any length of time. I think I was able to do it because I wanted to set an example for my kids.
Good thing too, because while their mother’s name was being dragged through the mud by some uncaring gossips, the word was that their daddy was a good man.
So there I was sitting across from this sweet young thing and my dick decided to remind me that I am indeed a man. It was all I could do that day to carry on the interview with a rock hard cock.
If that wasn’t enough to deal with, it was the first time I caught on to the effect I seemed to have on her as well. There’s nothing like getting the green light to free up the libido.
After she’d left I’d gone to the shower and stroked one out, spraying the shower walls with my cum as I imagined sucking her mammoth tits while deep fucking her. It was the hardest I’d cum in years.
I’m not that much of an asshole that I didn’t appreciate the situation we were in. I’m her boss, ten years older than her. I didn’t want to put her in a position where she felt like she had to fuck me.
That’s why for the past few weeks I’ve been watching and listening. I know she thinks I haven’t noticed those secret looks she throws my way when she thinks I’m not looking, but I never miss anything.
Today when she came into my office to bring me lunch she’d come damn close to having her little ass spread eagle on my desk with my dick balls deep in her tight little teenage cunt.
I’d smelt her pussy and seen the way her nipples pebbled beneath her top. And when I reminded her about calling me sir, I could’ve sworn she rubbed her legs together. Then of course the doorbell rang and killed the moment.
After getting rid of the ex and helping the kids with their homework while she cooked, I’d had some serious thinking to do. I knew I wanted her, but until Tanya had threatened her earlier, I hadn’t known how much.
I felt a keen sense of protectiveness towards her, something that had been growing stronger with time. I find myself including her in my thoughts when I think of the future, something that scared the piss out of me in the beginning.
I’d already been burned once so was in no hurry to jump into anything too serious. I needed to make sure that if I ever went there again, the woman had better be someone I could trust.
She was so young that it gave me pause. But somehow I got the feeling, that even with her body that was made for sin and fucking, she was one of those ‘good girls’.
She may not have noticed, but I’ve been doing some looking of my own. Not that it was hard, the girl’s a fucking knockout. But it was her age more than anything that held me back even as I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were gonna end up together.
So, I fought it for as long as I could. But then I’d noticed the way she is with my kids, the way they love her. They don’t seem to mind that she’s little more than a kid herself. In fact it was because of them that she was even here.