Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
“Mr. Aston?” she manages in a wavery voice. “You’re home early. Hi, I’m Natalie, your babysitter.”
Holy shit. This woman is gorgeous, and easily one of the most beautiful women that I’ve ever seen. She’s got a classical sort of beauty, with a long graceful neck and a full, heart-shaped face with pouty lips that I want to kiss and long, brown curly hair. Even more, Natalie’s thick, with full, heavy breasts and wide hips that make my mouth water. Her clothes hug her figure in all the right places, and for a moment I’m lost in the sheer sensuality of her as we stand there in a stunned silence.
Then I notice her flushed cheeks and messed up hair, and the image of the man that I saw departing the house flashes before me. Fuck. She’s been having sex in my home when she was supposed to be on duty with my daughter. Even crazier, as she moves across the room, I see a dampness on the back of her skirt, and immediately, I know what it is. That man just came inside of her, and she’s been trying to clean herself up.
“Just who the hell do you think you are?” I growl, my eyes as cold as ice. “What the fuck? How dare you bring your boyfriend over to my house while you’re supposed to be watching my daughter!”
The beautiful brunette takes a deep breath.
“I can explain, Mr. Aston. Tommy isn’t my boyfriend. He’s just a boy from school that I tutor, and I didn’t even invite him over. I’d mentioned at our last tutoring session that I’d be babysitting at your house tonight, and he just showed up!” She says it with such conviction in her voice that I almost believe her story for a moment. Almost.
My lips twist in a cruel smile.
“Really? So a random just ‘showed up’ on a Friday night at your place of work? Are you serious? Am I supposed to believe that?” I sneer in derision as her cheeks flush even brighter.
But Natalie stays admirably calm.
“Yes, because I’m telling the truth,” she manages in an even tone. “I didn’t invite Tommy. He came over on his own, and I got him out of here as quickly as I could.”
Okay, I have to call her out on that one because she’s really gone beyond the pale now. I can see the damp spot on her skirt and as I watch, a small trail of male come literally trickles down the inside of her left knee. This woman just got fucked, so there’s no way her story holds water. I’m not that dumb. But Natalie hasn’t surrendered yet. She tips her chin up and looks me full in the eye.
“Besides, June is safe asleep upstairs, so you don’t have to worry. I’ll just get my stuff,” she says, scrambling for her book bag and textbooks. “I’ll be out of your hair in a moment. No need to pay me for tonight because I know this has been a shock.”
But she’s not getting off so easily and I grab her elbow as she tries to stuff papers into her bag.
“Oh really? So I don’t have to worry about the fact that the woman who’s supposed to be taking care of my baby girl is too busy fucking some boy to do her job?”
She turns to me, her mouth open in shock, and that’s when I act on my basest instincts. Immediately, my mouth comes down hard on hers and she squeals at first, shocked at the kiss. With my free arm I knock the remaining books and papers out her arms and deepen our liplock, almost forcing her to open her mouth.
But Natalie does and then my tongue’s between her lips, tasting that sweet honey as her breasts press against my hard chest.
“Mr. Aston,” she moans when I pull back for a moment. “Oh God!”
But I’m not done with her yet. With quick hands, I spin the curvy girl around and then bend her over the couch. Her plump lips make a small O of surprise and she gasps as I flip the back of her skirt up so that her ass is bare. Fuck, this woman isn’t even wearing panties, and her pink pussy and coffee asshole wink at me as I stare at her private spots. Damn, she’s beautiful and I’m overwhelmed with the urge to lick at the crease between her cheeks, breathing in her musky female scent.
But I’m not just here to devour Natalie. Instead, sure enough, there’s a smear of male ejaculate on her bottom and as I watch, the trail on her leg lengthens, reaching now almost to her ankle.
“You didn’t fuck him, right?” I sneer again. “This semen just came out of nowhere?” I ask. She gasps, trying to stand up straight, but my hand on the small of her back pins her in place.