Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
But now, my body hums from the enormous orgasm my stepfather gave me, and to be honest, I’m barely even listening to Jet. I’m thinking about going home after this date, and then getting inspected by Bart again. I’m sure the alpha male will be awake when I get back, and will insist on testing my pussy and asshole again. Ooooh! My nipples harden as I clench my thighs together in anticipation. It’s going to feel so good, and be so dirty too. Maybe Bart will let me suck his dick again, or maybe we’ll go even further. I wouldn’t mind at all.
But right now, I’m stuck at this stupid diner on this stupid date. I wanted to cancel, of course, but by the time my stepfather finished his “inspection,” it was too late. I was due at the Roadhouse Diner in twenty, and I scrambled to get ready.
“Oh shit, oh shit,” I panted, throwing my baby-T over my head before pulling on my skirt. Then my fingers paused. “Should I wear something less sexy, Daddy? After all, I’m going out with another man.”
Bart merely grinned at me from his relaxed position on the bed. He was reclining, stark naked, with one strong arm stretched out across the back of the headboard. His huge snake draped against one bronzed thigh, still wet with my saliva, and when I looked at it, it twitched in hello.
“No honey,” he growled. “I’m not intimidated by some young buck who’s a former high school athlete. In fact, you know how those boys are. They peak in high school and it’s just downhill from there. So if anything, Jet Elliston is already past his prime.”
I giggle.
“Is that so?”
“Hell yeah, baby.” Then, Bart took his member in one hand, gently stroking up and down while making eye contact with me. “Besides, this will be waiting for you when you get back, sweetheart,” he said in a throaty voice. “So come home asap.”
My cheeks flushed, and I nodded quickly, so overwhelmed by how fast things have progressed between me and the man of the house. But then again, the pot’s been simmering for a while now, and it was only a matter of time before it reached a boil.
“I will, Daddy,” I cooed before flashing Bart one last smile with a waggle of my hips. “Bye now!”
But now, I’m at this stupid diner, sitting across from Jet Elliston while sipping at a strawberry milkshake that tastes like chalk. I don’t know why he thinks milkshakes are the epitome of a “romantic date,” but it is what it is.
“Is your chocolate shake good?” I ask politely, nodding at his malt.
He nods.
“Yeah. Is yours?”
I nod with a wan smile.
“It is,” I say in a polite voice. “Thanks for asking.” Then, conversation lapses into an awkward pause, and I rack my brain for something, anything, to say. But nothing pops into my mind, and I can only manage a wan smile.
I suppose things could be worse. Jet is good-looking enough, with his chestnut hair and cornflower blue eyes. His skin is smooth and unblemished, and he was a football star in high school, so he’s got an athletic physique. Still, nothing about the boy speaks to me. Jet’s always been a bit bland, kind of like a Ken doll with an eerily smooth visage. I guess the only thing he had going for him was football, and now that that’s over, he’s a cardboard cut-out of a man instead of a real, live, breathing alpha male.
But still, I need to do something so that this date isn’t too awkward.
“So how are things with your parents?” I ask. “John and Marie are so nice. You know I work for your dad, right? At Tootsie’s.”
Jet nods.
“Yeah, my dad said you picked up some shifts after graduation. How is it over there? That business has been in my family for fifty years or so.”
I nod, thankful to have something to talk about.
“Tootsie’s is good! I’m grateful that John hired me because your dad could have hired anyone from our graduating class, but he picked me out of the bunch.”
Jet looks thoughtful before taking another sip of his milkshake.
“Yeah, John’s like that,” he says. “He knows a good one when he sees one.”
That makes me blush.
“Thanks,” I murmur. “But how about you, Jet? How are things at home?”
The handsome boy shrugs.
“They’re good. I still live with my folks but I’m moving out soon.”
“Oh, me too!” I exclaim brightly. “I mean, I’m still living at home with my stepdad, Bart, but I won’t be moving out. We’re just getting by at the moment, so it’s cheaper to share living quarters.”
Jet stirs his milkshake with his straw and frowns.
“Really? You’re still living with your stepdad?”
I try not to let those words get to me.
“Yes,” I say in a firm tone. “Bart was laid off recently so money’s tight. Actually, I’m covering the rent with what I earn at Tootsie’s, and while your dad pays well, the hourly wage isn’t that amazing. It’s not going to pay for an apartment or anything.”