Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
I knew she was tired, could see it in her eyes and feel it in the way her body moved and yet neither one of us wanted to leave the other.
It was my duty to care for her though, even above my own selfish needs. “Kiss me.” I lifted her to me and covered her lips gently, taking care not to fuck too deep as I rode her to climax.
The feel of the tight walls of her pussy undulating around me was enough to have my balls filling up with seed and it wasn’t long before I too let go and emptied myself inside her.
“That’s it, no more dick for your greedy ass my poor dick’s been rubbed raw.”
“Are you complaining? Don’t tell me the big bad lady slayer has been taken down by a little thing like me.”
“What did you say?” It had been years since I’d heard that term. It’s what my old platoon used to call me. How would she know it? I don’t see her father discussing such things in front of her.
“Nothing, I’m taking a nap.” I guess she figured I needed one too, because she rolled her ass onto my chest, threw her leg over mine and held me in place. I was out ten seconds later.
The next few weeks went by like a breeze. Because I had so much leisure time we spent almost every second together. It took me days to teach her how to fish because the girl uses any excuse to fuck; I think even the sun makes her horny, or maybe air.
“Uncle Cade I didn’t catch anything again.” She pouted at me like it was my fault and put down the fishing rod I’d bought her. She was probably after more dick.
“That’s because every time I put my arms around you, to show you how to hold the rod, you rub your ass against my dick and we end up fucking. Now take your greedy ass over there and burn yourself to a crisp the way you like to and leave me in peace.”
She grinned and flipped off her bikini top before lying down on the bow to get some sun. I turned my attention back to my fishing and pretended to ignore her and her wiles.
Once she settled down and didn’t try to draw me into anything, I concentrated on my fishing and let my mind wander a bit.
This time with her would come to an end in another few weeks and I still haven’t come up with a way to keep her here with me.
Neither of us had broached the subject but it was only a matter of time. I knew what I wanted, but for so many reasons, I needed her to make up her own mind.
I wasn’t worried about her parents. I’ve never shied away from anything in my life. If I’m man enough to sleep with their daughter, then I’m man enough to own that shit.
I know what I want to do, how I want this summer to end. But what if I ask her to marry me and that isn’t what she wants?
Living out here like this, away from everyone and everything, had been my choice, but it might not be something she can live with.
She’s still young, full of life, and from our many conversations I know that she has dreams of her own, things she wants to do.
How can I take that away from her? And how can I let her go when the time comes? I’m a little bit afraid to put the question to her, afraid of what she’d say. What a punk!
21
“Uncle Cade, you’ve been in a bad mood all day, is something wrong?”
“No come here.” I held out my hand for her to come to me and pulled her down beside me on the couch.
“I’m not in a bad mod, I just have a lot on my mind.” She sat with her back resting against my chest and my arm around her.
It felt right having her there, like that, but how many more days will there be before she’s gone? “What do you have on your mind?”
Before I could answer her she started coughing wildly, then she jumped up from the chair and made a mad dash for the bathroom.
I moved when I heard her retching and pushed the door open to find her kneeling in front of the toilet throwing up. “What the hell? Did you eat something?”
She shook her head and threw up again. I got down beside her and held her hair back while she was sick. Why is it that every time she’s sick or sad I feel that shit in my gut?
I lifted her from the floor and cleaned her up before taking her back to bed. Since she hardly spent anytime in the guest-room anymore I took her to mine and laid down with her.