Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
The sticky nectar of her orgasm is still flowing out of her. It makes me so fucking hard. I tip her chin up to look her in the eye.
“You belong to me, little girl. And I’m never letting you get away again.”
I spin her back around and shove her on the bed. I yank down her leggings with one hand and start unbuckling my belt with the other. But no sooner have I slipped my belt from my buckle than there’s a knock at the door.
Lexie scrambles off the bed, tugging her leggings back up, smoothing her hair, and scurrying in front of me to block my erection from view, just in the nick of time for her dad to walk in.
Fortunately, he’s deep into yet another tequila, too soaked in reposado to sense the heavy sexual tension in the room.
“Just wanted to show you how to use this damned cable box.”
“No worries.” I clear my throat. “I’ve got the same unit at home.”
Raymond reacts to this with relief.
“Good man, good man.” He chuckles, repeating his familiar refrain. He gives Lexie a kiss on the cheek and trundles off, muttering something unintelligible about the Cowboys.
Lexie doesn’t move until she hears him heading down the steps. Then she eases the door closed, making sure to turn the knob so it latches without a sound, then locks it behind her. She takes my hand. She presses her finger to her lips to tell me to shhh.
And then she leads me through the shared bathroom, and into her room. She pushes me down on her pretty princess bed and climbs on top of me. Then she hits me with a deep, greedy kiss, and grinds her pussy into my cock as she pins her cute little feet on my thighs.
Fuck. I want to own her. All of her. Every inch. Every hole.
In an instant I have her stripped bare, leggings and top thrown to some corner of the room as I grab her by the hips, pulling her ass cheeks apart. She’s still kissing me and I’m still kissing her. But as I start to nudge open her tight little asshole with my first finger, her breathing slows, nervous. Unsure. So fucking sexy to be her first in everything.
But then, again, there’s a knock on the door.
She freezes, and we stay there, eye-to-eye. I slowly draw my finger out of her ass. Someone jiggles her doorknob. When they find it locked, they knock again.
Lexie mouths, "My mom!”
Jesus Christ. These fucking people and their timing. Seriously?
“Sweetie, just have your laundry here.” Patricia’s voice comes through the door.
“Y-y-you can just leave it, Mom! I’m studying,” Lexie answers with a forced cheerfulness.
She holds a finger to her lips. Her eyes are all dilated, glassy and sexy. There’s so fucking much I want to show her. Right here. Right now.
“Not unless you want the cat to knead her claws into your precious, silk and bamboo hundred-dollar towels.”
Lexie cringes and untangles herself from my embrace.
“Hide!” she hisses, opening her closet and grabbing a sundress, pulling it on with nothing underneath.
So the closet door is open, but the fucking thing is jam-packed with clothes and shoes. I look under the bed. Same damned problem.
“Where?” I whisper back, wondering why I’m fucking hiding in the first place.
I’m taking this girl home with me as soon as I can. I don’t give a shit if her parents know I’m going to be in here fucking their sweet daughter. Sooner the better in my opinion, but Lexie is clearly in a royal fucking panic about it all so I’ll capitulate for the moment.
She looks down at me, grimacing, glancing around the room. And then in one fell swoop, she grabs the comforter from the other side of the bed and rolls me up in it like a taco.
But I’m a pretty big guy. My body might be covered, but my head isn’t.
She moves like a fucking hummingbird, covering my face with a whole armload of random stuffed animals that she gathers up from the floor and the window seat. A stuffed giraffe pokes me in the eye; the furry arm of a teddy bear gets mashed into my nose.
She tamps everything down on my head. Then I hear the jiggle of the lock.
“Since when do you lock your door?” Patricia’s voice sounds concerned. I hear her mother’s footsteps on the carpet. She’s so close that I can smell her perfume.
I hold my breath. But this fucking teddy bear arm is all up in my grill. And it tickles like crazy.
If this teddy bear gives me away and blows up my chances at getting my dick back inside that world class pussy of hers, I’m going to be so fucking pissed.
But then, it wouldn’t change a thing even if we were found out. Even if I do let out an almighty sneeze and send all her stuffed animals flying, I don’t give a fuck.