Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
“So bro, do you still want to buy the mansion?” I ask Travis in an amused voice. “Especially after hearing the history?”
The other man nods.
“Yeah, I want to take a look at least. Hell, I might be able to get it at a fire sale price, and it would be perfect,” he says, winking at my stepdaughter. “Would you like that sweetheart? A house to call your own, even if it has a sordid past? I’d have a place to stay when I fly out to NYC without having to deal with the hassle of hotels, and it’s an extravagant home, sweetheart. Very fancy.”
“Oooh, yes!” Halsey squeals, literally jumping up and down now while clapping her hands. “That sounds wonderful, Travis. I’m so sick of the dorms, and this will definitely make all my friends sooo jealous. I’ll be like Marie Antoinette: let them eat cake!”
Meanwhile, I turn to Annie and smile.
“How about it, sweetheart? Do you want to take a trip out to Long Island today?” I ask. “It could be fun.”
My stepdaughter interrupts before Annie can speak.
“It’s going to be more than fun!” she cries. “It’s going to be really bonkers! Maybe there are secret passageways inside the home, or a dungeon. Who knows? Wouldn’t it be cool if there were stairs that go nowhere, like in M. C. Escher drawings? Oooh!”
Annie giggles then, caught up in the excitement.
“It does sound fun,” she murmurs in a small voice before shooting me a sweet smile. “Let’s do it.”
“Field trip! Field trip!” Halsey sings, her breasts bouncing as she wiggles with excitement. “Oh yeah!”
With that, Travis pulls her squirmy form into his lap before pressing an open-mouthed kiss to her neck.
“Yes, but first let me get a taste of this beautiful body before we leave,” he rasps. “Forty-five minutes?” he asks, turning towards us once again. “That gives me enough time to enjoy my girl one last time before we head out the door.”
With that, the breakfast descends into mayhem because it’s not just Travis who wants a piece of his woman. I want to enjoy Annie’s curves again as well, and soon, she’s riding me, clutching my shoulders with her head thrown back as I fuck up into that tight twat again and again.
“Yes, baby,” I say in a throaty tone. “You’re so beautiful like this.”
Annie’s pussy gushes hotly then, creaming all over my dick as she cries out, and my mind snaps a picture of the beautiful brunette mid-climax. She’s gorgeous, with her big breasts bouncing, her lips parted, and her face a mask of delight. Suddenly, I know that this gorgeous teen is what I’ve been missing from my life, even if our liaison is utterly taboo.
CHAPTER 7
Annie
“You girls go ahead and explore the grounds,” Travis growls before winking at Halsey. “Most of the estate should be open, so there’s probably lots to see. Meanwhile, Curtis and I will stay out here in the main area for the auction. You know how these things are – boring, so I don’t want you girls to suffer.”
“Thank you!” Halsey smiles before lifting herself up on her tiptoes to kiss her boyfriend’s cheek. “Just come find us as soon as it’s done. We’ll be out back.”
I give Curtis a kiss on the cheek too, and the handsome man gently squeezes my bottom before swatting it fondly.
“Run along now, princess. The sale shouldn’t take too long, so go enjoy yourself.”
My cheeks flush because Curtis is acting like we’re together, and I love it. I love playing pretend, as if we’re a real couple that’s established and dating. Yet I know that’s not the case at all because we’ve never even been on a date! At least, not a genuine one. Yes, we sort-of enjoyed Thanksgiving dinner together, and yes, he’s had me spread nude on his bed in multiple positions now. In fact, my body aches pleasurably from his attentions, but that doesn’t mean we’re a couple. It just means that for one dirty weekend, Curt and I have been inseparable.
But I brush away those thoughts. This isn’t the time to worry because the Kingston Estate is enormous, not to mention impressive. It’s a huge stone manor that resembles a castle in Europe with its tall, skinny windows and a front door that bears a likeness to a drawbridge. There’s the main building, of course, but also two wings flanking either side which probably triples the square footage of the estate. I’d love to explore, especially since this place was allegedly outfitted with some very questionable playrooms by the Russian mafia, but Halsey’s already tugging my hand to lead me outside.
“Come on,” she sings. “It’s a gorgeous day and the gardens look exquisite. I want to explore!”
I nod agreeably as we step into the sunshine, gasping as a huge green lawn rolls on for what looks like miles.