Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
“My mother lives an hour north. I come to visit once a month, but I usually take the highway home. I’m trying to save money on gas, so I took a shortcut.”
“I’m glad you took a shortcut.”
“Me too,” she whispers into my neck, her fingers playing in my chest hair.
Her hips are beginning to shift around a little too much.
My cock is taking serious notice, hoisting like a crane.
Does she want me to kiss her pussy again?
Lord, I hope so. She tastes like sugar and moonlight. Heaven.
“My mother doesn’t approve of my dream of being an actress. She thinks I’m delusional.” A little furrow forms between her brows and it’s so adorable, I have to swallow a sound. “It’s the same lecture every time I come for a visit. ‘When are you going to get a real job, Bianca?’ But this is the first time I’m starting to wonder if she’s right.”
“No.” I lift her chin. “You can do anything, darlin’.”
She blinks back a sheen of moisture. “Thank you, Dusty.” That furrow returns. “But I haven’t really been enjoying as much it lately. The thrill is gone. That excitement that stays with me after an open call, hoping my phone will ring. It has…faded a little. I’m starting to wonder if there is something different for me out there.” She studies me for several seconds, before ducking her head. “Anyway, I have a meeting with a casting director next week. I’ve been called back after two rounds of auditions. This might be it. My big break. And I have to try. I owe it to my dreams to try.”
I’m nodding, because of course I want her dreams to come true.
I want this girl to be happy every day of her life.
Even if I wish her dream was me, instead, I keep that to myself.
To do otherwise would be selfish.
“If that director doesn’t hire you, he’s not worth your time, anyway. I’ve never seen you act, but I know I could watch you on a screen for hours. Saying lines or saying nothing at all.” The next part makes my throat hurt. “I’m sure you’re going to get the part.”
Her smile is grateful. But there’s more. Is that…need? “Dusty…”
My pulse pounds with hope. “Yes?”
She trails her finger down the middle of my chest, her cheeks pinkening. “I was thinking…” Green eyes search mine. “Maybe you could have one more kiss?”
A groan flees my mouth, my hand smoothing over her hip, massaging that round curve and gripping tight. My cock probably resembles a butternut squash at this point, hard and throbbing between my legs, my balls fattening a little more every time she bats her eyelashes at me. “You want me to kiss and lick your pussy again, darlin’?”
“Um…”
Aw hell, she’s breathing as hard as I am.
Is it possible that Bianca can get as horny as I can?
My lower abdomen strains at the very thought.
“Um…I was wondering if you could…well…”
“I’ll do anything you want, Bianca.”
Her eyelids flutter closed for a beat. Then, “What you said before…well, I don’t want you to go to town and find a woman to practice making love with before you find your wife. I don’t like thinking about it. It makes me feel jealous and angry.”
“Jealous?” My mind reels, struggling to make sense of her words. “Bianca. My plans became obsolete the moment I saw you. I can’t even remember what they were.”
She pouts a little and my heart stutters. Her thigh lifts and rests on my outer hip, opening herself up to me and I don’t dare breathe. What is happening here?
“What if we lose our virginity to each other, Dusty?” She rubs her tits side to side through my chest hair and I can’t help it, can’t do anything about my greedy hands clutching her tight ass and yanking her up, up, flush to my rigid cock. “We would be special to each other forever, even if we never see each other again.”
This is a crossroads.
A very difficult one.
Do I want to take this beauty’s virginity and give her mine in return? More than I want to see tomorrow’s sunrise.
It will destroy me, however.
Sharing something so important with this girl, then watching her leave?
She might as well stab me in the heart.
I don’t know how to say no, though. Not to the girl of my dreams.
I can only roll her over onto her back, my mouth coming down on hers, wet and ravenous. She mewls into my mouth, offers me a shy tongue and I see sparks. Sparks that turn into fireworks when she opens her thighs to allow my hips to press down, right on top of her immaculate cunt, that mewl turning into a whimper of my name.
“You mean it, Bianca?” I stroke our tongues together, my hips settling into a good, rough hump, the friction causing her panties to rip. “You want to give me your innocence?”