Total pages in book: 209
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
A few minutes later, we’re outside, and Clancy emerges from the driver’s door of the car right on cue, but I wave him off. I’ll be the one opening her door from now on, I don’t even want my driver doing things for her I can do. I want to do it all.
Watching her slide into the back seat, I once again relish what a little girl she is in her own way. Grown up, but not quite. So perfect.
I want to nurture and protect her. Teach her. Guide her. Be her greatest champion and her anchor. I want to keep her safe, to lay the world at her feet.
As I close the door and walk around the car, the stars are brighter than I remember them. Fuck. I already miss her, and it’s only been like ten seconds.
When I slide into the seat beside her, she's watching me, a twinkle in her eyes that puts all the stars to shame.
I reach across and pull her lap belt into place, clicking it into the buckle.
“Do you think I need a seatbelt in the back of a limo?”
“New rule, if you are in a car that’s moving, you will always wear your seatbelt.”
My eyes rest on the swell of her tits and I salivate at the thought of getting them in my mouth.
I’m admiring her profile in the lights from the street. Her hair shines even in the darkness, tousled dark waves brushing her shoulders as soft bangs frame her face, her green eyes adding a pop of color against such pale skin.
The freckles adorning her little nose need to be cherished and kissed and loved, each little golden one of them. I'm destined to be the one who gets the honor of giving those gold specks the love and adoration they deserve.
I'm smitten and that’s not even a word I think I understood before her.
Certainly not a word I would have used.
“What’s your address?” I bark, my usual demanding nature hard to curtail.
“Sorry?” She startles, then recovers. “Oh, yeah, you need to get me home. An address would help…3245 West Argyle.”
“Bronx?”
She nods as tension builds in my core. She lives too far away and that area isn’t safe enough. Not for Chastity.
“You got that, Clancy?”
He nods as I clear my throat, trying to curb the edge in my voice. “When I lost you in the bar…I thought I might never see you again. Now, I have your address. I can find you whenever I want.”
She pauses. “And how’d that make you feel? Thinking you may never see me again?”
“Enraged.”
“Wow.” She releases a little giggle-cough. “Creepy.”
“Now, I’ll be able to keep my eye on you.”
“Creepier. Super.”
There’s a special lilt to her voice and coupled with the way she’s nestled in her seat I can’t fight the feeling I’ve found what I never thought I would. I press the button and close the privacy screen as the car starts to move.
“Are you from New York? Do you live alone or with family?”
She’s again taken aback by the edge in my voice but answers. “No. I’m just here for the summer before I start school in the fall.”
“Where will school be?”
“Just a little local college where my dad lives. Morgantown, West Virginia.”
“Wow. You are a long way from home.”
She shrugs. “I’m a long way from Morgantown. Wouldn’t really call it home.”
“Why is that?” I hate the sadness that tips her words.
“I don’t know. I went to live with my dad when I was twelve. Before that, I didn’t even really know him. My mom died, so…I went to Morgantown. Before that, I lived way up north in Michigan. Houghton. Where it’s winter ten months out of the year. That feels more like home.”
She’s crushing my heart with her forced smile. I want to know more, I want to fix it all, but right now isn’t the time so I change the subject.
“And what do you do for fun?” I don’t just ask, I demand, and I need to get myself under control before I scare her. I want to know everything, immediately, and I don’t know what patience is right now.
She stifles a laugh between closed lips.
The sound makes my dick twitch against the sticky cum spot inside my boxers. “What’s funny?”
“You are. You’re asking like, regular, normal questions. But your tone is…” She bobs her head from side to side.
“Harsh?” I guess.
“More like an interrogation. Just waiting for the white light and the water boarding to start.”
I fight a smile and peer out my window. I'm not used to laughing at pointed little jibes by girls half my age. But I’ve also never enjoyed myself more in a woman’s company.
Most women from my past make sure to agree with everything that comes out of my mouth. They bend over backwards to please me, overworking themselves to exhaustion in the hope that they’ll be unforgettable.