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 yeah, I’m kind of messed-up that way. I’m an old dude who loves his women fresh and nubile, and who can blame me? Young women have bouncy breasts, smooth, creamy skin, and of course the tightest pussies too. Plus, they seem more alive sometimes. I’ll trail a big finger along the bottom of a teen’s clit, and sometimes, just doing that makes her shake and wail with pleasure. That’s how responsive the young ones are.
But today really took the cake for a messed-up situation. For one, my stepdaughter came prancing in like she owns the place. I get it. Halsey’s not close to her mom, and chose to stay with me after the divorce. Although it sounds crazy, it’s because my ex has always been incredibly selfish. Lynn had already met her newest boyfriend, Jerome Whitehouse, by the time she moved out, and so Halsey had a choice: she could either continue living with me, or move in with Lynn and Jerome in that monstrosity of a townhouse he owns on the Upper West Side. I’m sure it’s lavish inside but Jerome gives me the creeps. The guy is sixty, but I have a feeling he’s a perv, given his slicked-back white hair and leering glances. I suspect that Jerome would have no trouble coming onto Halsey if she lived under his roof, and I don’t blame my stepdaughter for choosing to stay with me instead.
But yeah, Hals was out of control today. She showed up like she was the Queen of Sheba, her pretty friend in tow, and then announced out of nowhere that her boyfriend was going to stay for the weekend as well! What the hell? That guy is allegedly a billionaire so why the fuck does he need to crash in my two-bedroom? But Halsey merely spewed some bullshit about a last-minute trip and all the hotels in NYC being booked because of the holiday. All of them? Really? Seriously, can’t this guy just buy a hotel to solve the problem?
But against all odds, Travis is an okay guy. He’s good-looking enough, with black hair and eyes only for my sweet stepdaughter. Since the moment he arrived, they’ve been inseparable, and in fact, they’re getting ready for bed together in the bathroom at the moment. I hear the water running as Halsey giggles, and then they both emerge before disappearing into her bedroom.
“Goodnight Curt. Goodnight Annie,” my stepdaughter sings, wiggling her fingers at us before shutting the door. “Sweet dreams.”
Then, we hear the springs creak as Halsey and her boyfriend get into bed, as well as the low growl of a man’s voice and my stepdaughter’s answering giggle. Shit. They’re obviously going to have sex tonight, and I think the only question is: how loud will they be? Is it going to be Earth-shaking thumps of the headboard banging against the wall, or maybe just some muffled grunts and moans?
Meanwhile, I turn to Annie, who looks like she’s just swallowed a mouse. She’s gorgeous sitting on the couch in the living room, but the pretty brunette’s cheeks are flaming, and I don’t blame her.
“Are you going to be okay out here?” I ask, patting the sofa like nothing’s wrong. There’s a pile of blankets folded at the foot, as well as an extra pillow with a fresh case on it. “I’m sorry this happened. Halsey’s been incredibly rude, and I’m going to talk to her about it after our meal tomorrow.”
“Oh no,” Annie says quickly, throwing me an apologetic smile. “I’m the one who’s sorry to be in your hair. Thank you, Mr. Salomon, for inviting me for Thanksgiving. I never imagined that this would happen in a million years.”
“You mean our sleeping arrangements?” I say while quirking up one side of my mouth up in a smile. “Yeah, this has been really unexpected, but you know that I don’t mind sleeping on the couch. We can still switch if you’d like to take my bedroom.”
But Annie shakes her head again, her brown curls bouncing.
“No, I couldn’t,” she repeats quickly. “You’ve already been kind enough as is. Thanks again, Mr. Salomon.”
I want to stay and talk to the sweet girl. I want to watch as she licks her pink pout again, and I want to see how her pupils dilate when I pull her voluptuous form close to my broad chest. But instead, I make myself get up before rising to my full height in the living room.
“Well, then I’ll bid you goodnight,” I say with what I hope is a neutral smile. “Sweet dreams, Annie. And please, call me Curt. Mr. Salomon is my dad,” I add with another grin.
The beautiful brunette giggles, and I can’t help but watch as her big breasts shake in time with her mirth. But then I force myself to turn before striding into the master bedroom and shutting the door. This is not the time to fantasize about my houseguest because if my suspicions are correct, we’re going to be treated to a dirty soundtrack tonight.