Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 42306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
I pull away just enough for my gaze to skim down the length of her body. Her breasts are practically overflowing from the tiny black bikini top. It’s enough to bring a grown man to his knees.
“Were you really going to wear that in front of all those horny bastards?” Before she can respond, I rasp, “Are you seriously trying to kill me?”
Her lips twitch at the corners. “Yes to both questions.”
A growl works its way up from deep within my chest. This girl has no idea what kind of animal she’s unleashed within me. Even I’m unsettled by the depth of emotion that has been set free.
My hand snakes around her back before finding the strings that are tied against her spine. I yank the knot so the fabric loosens before hanging free. I swiftly do the same to the one at the nape of her neck until the bikini floats to the floor, leaving her bare breasted.
She’s just as beautiful as I remember. I’m not going to lie, I’d hoped that maybe I’d built her up in my mind. Turns out that’s not the case.
When she doesn’t protest, my fingers settle on the twin ties at her hips. Two seconds later, the tiny scrap of material lands on top of the shorts.
A hiss of breath escapes from me as my hands rise to cup the heavy weight before plucking at the peaked nipples in tandem. That’s all it takes for her eyelids to turn heavy and feather shut. As I advance, she takes a step in retreat until the backs of her knees hit the couch and she tumbles onto the cushion. Her gaze never strays from mine as I rip off my shirt before shoving down the shorts and boxers until I’m just as naked as she is. Already, my cock feels like steel. When her gaze drops to the thick length, it grows even harder.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask, voice tightly strung.
With a nod, her tongue darts out to moisten her lips. “I’m not the one who was unsure. You were.”
She’s right about that.
I reach down and grab my khaki shorts before searching the back pocket for my wallet and then a condom. I tear it open with my teeth and sheath myself in latex. Her gaze stays focused on me the entire time.
No matter what, I always want her eyes trained on me. I’m not even with this girl and it feels like I’m in so deep, I’ll never fight my way free.
Unwilling to dwell on those disconcerting thoughts when I have her naked in front of me, I take her lips in a rough kiss. How is it that the only time I feel like I can breathe is when my mouth is fastened to hers?
It doesn’t make a damn bit of sense.
Nothing about this situation makes sense.
But still…it doesn’t change the way I feel. And it certainly doesn’t stop all these strange emotions from multiplying every time we’re together.
Even though there’s a distant voice in the back of my brain telling me this is a shit idea, I force it away, refusing to listen. It only takes one swift stroke and I’m buried deep inside the heat of her body.
Fuuuuck.
Have I ever felt anything so damn good?
The only thought pounding through my head is that I’ll never get enough of this.
Of her.
When a whimper slides from her lips, filling the sultry air, it stokes my need to a fever pitch. My balls tighten, drawing up against my body, and I grit my teeth, trying to hold it together. The last thing I want to do is blow my load before she comes.
Christ.
It’s like I’m a horny teenager all over again.
The second her pussy contracts around me, my own orgasm breaks loose. Her soft cries mix with my grunts as stars explode behind my eyelids.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
It’s only when the last spurt of cum leaves my body that I press my forehead against hers. Our harsh breaths mingle, becoming one. I don’t think I’ve ever exploded so fast in my life.
Barely did I get inside her before losing it.
As the silence of the pool house settles around us, the thick haze of anger and arousal clouding my mind clears enough for me to think straight.
It takes effort to summon my voice. “You realize your father is gonna kill me, right?”
She huffs out a laugh. “No, he won’t.”
“The hell he will. You’re too damn young for me.” There’s a pause before I force out the truth. “You’re practically a baby.”
“Hardly. I’m a grown woman.”
“Who is seven years younger,” I say with a grunt.
She pulls away enough to search my eyes. “How about we take this one step at a time.” There’s a pause. “Maybe we can have dinner and see what happens.”
I allow her words to roll around like marbles in my head before reluctantly giving in. “All right.”