Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 31838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
For a moment I just lie there, propped up on my elbows, my legs still spread as I blink in the darkness. What the hell just happened? Is Ryder coming back?
When it’s clear he won’t, I fall back into my pillow, elated, horny, and most of all, utterly confused. Why did he ejaculate on me, and then leave? Why didn’t he touch me? What does he want from me? Restless and aroused, I toss and turn for hours before my eyes finally close in a fitful sleep. I need this man … but what does he want from me?
8
Ryder
I’m so pissed off with myself. What the fuck was I thinking? I wasn’t thinking, and that’s the point. Coming all over Ellen like that seemed like a great idea at the time, but now, I regret my caveman behavior. Fuck fuck fuck! She probably hates me.
Yet the curvy girl’s driving me crazy, and obviously, I’m already way past the tipping point. I thought that taking care of myself in the shower, while I fantasized about her curved ass and swaying tits, would help. And it did, for a moment. But then something went awry, and the caveman instincts came rushing back when I heard her groaning in the half bathroom. I literally had images of Ellen lying on the floor, clutching her belly in pain as she bled out. The need to protect her was so strong that I would have broken down the door if need be, and she knew it, too. That look in her eye haunts me. Was it fear? What the hell is wrong with me, scaring her like that? A young girl who’s a guest in my house, no less.
I had to leave, just to clear my mind.
So now I’ve been out the entire day in a futile attempt to get Ellen out of my system. My meetings went by in a daze, and more than once, my second-in-command shot me a weird look.
“You okay boss?” Brad asked. “You seemed a little out of it meeting with those city planning folks just now.”
I snapped back to the present.
“Yeah, I’m totally fine. Sorry. I’ll get on it.”
Fuck, clearly, I was in no shape to actually get work done, so I left the office then, instead electing to drive around aimlessly for hours, with no particular destination in mind. I even went for a swim, in the hopes a few dozen laps in the Olympic pool at the gym would wear me out and prevent me from thinking about her.
It almost worked. But not quite because when I got home at midnight, I swear I was going to go straight to my bedroom. But instead, I found myself tiptoeing over to the nook behind the bookshelf. I couldn’t help myself. The thought of Ellen’s sweet, sleeping form cuddled up on pull-out sofa was tantalizing, and I just wanted to see her for a second, to satisfy myself that she was okay after our previous interaction.
But she startled awake, those big brown eyes blinking at me in the cool darkness of the house. Her breasts heaved, those white thighs gleaming ivory in the moonlight from the window. Then, an animalistic urge rushed through my veins and I lost all control. I wanted to take Ellen in my arms and kiss her, feel her moan in my mouth as I pushed my cock into her creamy pussy. I wanted to flip her over and kiss her bottom, before claiming that forbidden hole too. So I guess what I actually did was a relief, since it was nothing so sordid. Instead, I begged to see her pussy, and then stroked myself before jizzing all over her sweet female form. The fact that Ellen was so willing, her pussy glistening with lust for me, made me so fucking aroused that I spurted on her thigh with just a few strokes.
Fuck. What the hell was I thinking? I was a beast taking out his worst urges on a sweet, innocent girl. Even worse, I tried to apologize but that went nowhere.
But now, my resolve has hardened. Obviously, I can’t be in the house with Ellen at all. I want her to live here as long as she needs to, however long that is, but I need to vacate. This is her safe haven, and at least I can give her this, seeing what she’s endured already.
Sleep escapes me, and I merely lie awake in bed, wondering what my beautiful guest is thinking out there in the living room. I hope she’s asleep, but more likely, Ellen’s packing her bags in preparation to depart at this very moment. Then again, the curvy girl seemed so willing to show me her pussy, and it was clear she was turned on. But that’s the thing: Ellen’s a teen girl who doesn’t know better while I’m the adult in the situation. Fuck fuck fuck.