Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
I’m captivated, both by the passion and the speed.
Has she been as obsessed as me since earlier today? Has she been fantasizing? Or—no, I can’t think this, not now—what if she’s just like this with anybody?
She bites the pillow at the end, her curly hair getting messy as she lets out a long moan. Afterward, she stares at me like she can’t believe what happened.
“When’s the last time a man touched you?” I growl, driving my finger even deeper.
She gasps and moves with the motion of my finger.
“N-never,” she moans.
I swirl my finger in circles. When I spank her again, her whole thigh jiggles, her thickness reigniting my hunger.
“Don’t lie to me.”
“I swear,” she moans. “None. Ever. That’s the first time I’ve been touched.”
“You’re a virgin?” I say huskily.
She nods. “Why? Should I be ashamed?”
When I spank her, she moans and bites her lip.
A virgin. She is just mine and nobody else’s. It’s not that surprising she’s a virgin, though. She’s nineteen. I’m forty-one. I know she’s nineteen because her birthday is close to my daughter Rosa’s, who would be devastated if she knew what happened.
Then I stare at Emma’s big round ass again and lose it. My cock’s in my hand, pumping, my other hand spanking her ass again and again.
“Just a dream, Leo,” she pants, looking up at me with those wide-eyed, virginal eyes. “Just a d-d-dream…”
I explode all over her reddened ass, wasting my seed on her curvy body when it should be pumping inside her. Suddenly, I’m so pissed at myself that I reach down and gather my come. When she pulls her legs back, I’m about to drive it into her hole and finger my seed deep inside.
“What are you doing?”
I stumble away. Rosa, Christ…
What have I done? Pulling up my pants, I turn and leave the room. I’ll never be able to forgive myself.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Emma
“Chocolate croissants, your favorite,” Rosa says, smiling at me across the table of the rooftop garden.
It’s the same place we sat yesterday, not even twenty-four hours ago, yet it feels like a scene from a different life.
Last night… A dream, we called it, but then why did I wake up with my ass stinging this morning? And why did I like it? Because it reminded me of what I did with my best friend’s dad—what he did. I didn’t go to his room. I don’t have the key. He came to me.
There I go, already pushing away the blame, but what else should I do? God, too many questions.
“Emma?”
There’s another one. I nod, take the croissant, cut it, and stare at it.
I’m thinking about when I realized somebody was standing over the bed. Then the moment he touched me, my body responded so fiercely, like nothing I’ve ever felt.
There were times when I was fighting the crush that I touched myself and thought about him. Last night was so much more intense. My pussy is still tickling and teasing just thinking about it, so I try to move my thoughts someplace else. That’s the thing, though. There’s nowhere else except for the woman sitting across from me.
Sure, Rosa lied, but she did it to protect her family and protect Leo. I can forgive her for that, but she won’t ever be able to forgive me for last night or for wanting more right now.
Angelica glared at me this morning when Rosa knocked on the door to let me out of the basement prison. Angelica’s dead eyes stared, accusing. What did you do with my husband? The candles were lit, as usual. I wonder if Leo gets up early, especially for them.
“Good?” Rosa asks.
“Excellent,” I reply, way too passionately. “The best croissant I’ve ever had.”
Rosa tilts her head at me. Her hand is on the jug of juice. “No, I meant… are you good? Okay for juice?”
I glance at my full glass and nod.
“You haven’t had a bite of the croissant yet,” she points out.
“No, yeah, I know. I know that.”
“Right, but it’s still the best one you’ve ever had?”
“Now it is.”
I stuff half the thing into my mouth, glad to be able to focus on chewing.
“I guess my head is frazzled,” I say after swallowing.
She frowns and nods. “That’s understandable. I get it. I’m sorry.”
“What? No. I’m sorry.”
“For what? What did you do?”
Oh, you know, just let your dad spank me, then make me come, then come on me.
“I was harsh on you last night about keeping the mob stuff secret. I get why you did it. I would’ve done the same for Mom.”
“Thanks for saying that. Really.”
We don’t talk for a while, munching on our breakfasts. Then Rosa looks up at the door behind me. Her face has always lit up like that when she sees her dad. I remember being jealous when I was younger because my dad passed away before I was born in a tragic accident. I never knew him, so I never felt that intense, instant affection that took hold of Rosa. It’s her dad.