Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Tempest. My perfect fucking storm.
She looks up after a full two minutes of talking, and suddenly goes quiet as she catches me staring at her.
“Oh, God, sorry.” She makes a face, her cheeks red. “I didn’t mean to just start babbling on about—”
“I’d love to hear the rest of it,” I say quietly.
She bites her lip, grinning, her big green eyes shining up at me.
“It’s just boring stuff about clouds that I was reading about last night.”
I put the Range Rover in reverse and take us out of the driveway, somehow avoiding taking out Paul and Carrie’s hedge as my eyes get stuck on her bare thighs.
“I can’t think of anything I’d rather hear about on the drive.”
She grins at me, her lips pulled back and her teeth flashing.
“Here, I…” She shrugs, almost bashfully. “I made coffee.”
She passes me a travel mug when I glance over at her, and I can’t help but grin.
I take the fucking long way to Thornbull. I drive slow, and I just take it in being with her like this. She tells me about cumulus clouds and storm fronts and all this stuff, and I’m mostly listening and taking it in, even if I’m also sneaking glances at her creamy thighs and thinking very filthy thoughts of what I’d like to do with those braided pigtails.
I realize she’s quiet after a little bit, and when I glance over, I completely catch her staring at my forearms. She looks up, realizing she’s been caught, and she blushes bright red.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be, Princess.” I grin.
“You’ve just got…” She blushes even redder and shakes her head.
“I’m listening.”
Tempest bites her lip.
“You’ve got really sexy forearms. And I’m kind of in love with your tattoos.”
It takes the willpower of a saint not to drive us right off the road and claim her right there and then as I turn and burn my eyes right into her. I catch myself though, and jerk the wheel and my eyes back onto the road.
Tempest giggles.
“Easy there, Headmaster. A little distracted?”
I grit my teeth, shooting her a quick look.
“Maybe you shouldn’t distract the driver then.”
“Oh, am I distracting you?”
I chance another look, and this time, I groan as I see her pop one of the top buttons on her blouse. I growl, and she giggles again.
“Eyes on the road, okay?” she says softly, but I feel her move closer to me, her fingers trailing over my forearm where my shirt is rolled up, and I groan, my hand tightening on the wheel.
“Yesterday,” she says quietly, her voice breathy. “When we stopped at that park, you didn’t…”
She trails off, licking her lips.
“I didn’t what?”
She blushes.
“You didn’t come.”
My cock lurches at her words, tenting the front of my dress pants. I can feel my cum boiling in my balls, and even though I keep one hand on the wheel and my eyes on the road, I move the other hand right to her knee. I growl as I feel her soft, supple, smooth skin, and when her breath catches softly, it’s another battle not to stop the car and take her virginity right here in the car in the middle of the fucking road.
“Did you, when you got home?” she whispers. Her hand slides up my arm, over my biceps. She moves it down, over my chest, moving it lower as my hand tightens on her knee.
“Anyone tell you that you’re a forward girl?”
“Once or twice.”
I turn, my eyes burning into her and my cock threatening to tear through my pants.
“No, I didn’t.”
And I didn’t. I came damn close, just thinking about my gorgeous, tempting little angel. I stroked my cock until I was near boiling point, thinking of her bent over in front of me and spreading her little ass for me, or bouncing up and down on my big cock as her moans filled my ears and her sweet cum dripped from my balls.
But, I’d held off.
“I’m sorry,” she says quietly. “You must be ready for some release.”
I groan.
“Careful,” I growl out.
“Of what?” she says innocently.
“Of teasing me.”
“Or?”
“Or I might stop this car right here in the middle of Main Street, tear your panties off, and fuck that sweet little pussy you until it takes every drop of my cum.”
Her face goes bright red, and something hungry flashes across it.
“Eyes on the road, sir,” she whispers breathlessly, her voice husky.
Her hand drops to my cock, and I groan. My hands tighten on the wheel and her bare thigh as I feel those delicate little fingers explore me, stroking me through my pants and tracing the outline of me before she moves to my belt. She struggles a little, but she finally gets it, popping the button and then moving to my zipper and tugging it down.
I growl as she reaches inside and wraps her little hand around my big fucking cock. And when she pulls me out, it takes every ounce of my restraint to keep my eyes on the damn road.