Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 11662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
Watching Kylie come without my hands on her was hard. Literally. My cock is hard as hell right now. Even after coming in my pants like a teenager, I could still hammer nails with it. I am a fucking mess. That little sound did me in. What grown ass man comes like that? It’s not something I’ve done in years, but I couldn’t help it though. I’ve been thinking that it’s because I haven’t been with a woman in years, at least ten, but then she smiles at me and I know it’s because of her. All I can think about is my mouth on her, tasting her creamy sugar. I clear my throat, but my throat muscles aren’t working. I try again and it finally works. Her face reddens even more to a point where I am not sure if she’s breathing.
“Kylie?” I ask concerned. I reach out for her again, but she shakes her head slightly.
“Holy shit,” she says again.
“That was interesting,” I say because I too am at a loss for words right now.
“A gentleman wouldn’t mention a thing like that,” she says, smiling tightly.
“I never said I was a gentleman, kitten,” I tell her.
“I don’t know what to say now. That was so embarrassing. That has never happened before.” She wrings her hands tightly.
“Please don’t be embarrassed,” I say, picking up my cup, because I need something to do with my hands. I take a drink of my long cold coffee. Blecch. How long have we been here? I look at my watch and realize it’s been almost two hours.
“Why shouldn’t I be embarrassed? People just don’t go around doing that in public, do they?” she whispers, leaning closer to me.
“Others may not, but you do,” I whisper back. “And I, for one, thoroughly enjoyed the show.
“I, uh… I’m sorry. That was so unprofessional of me.”
“We aren’t at work yet. Besides, I won’t complain to HR, if you don’t,” I joke, trying to put her at ease.
“That’s mighty big of you,” she says, giggling.
“You don’t know the half of it.”
“Hmmm,” she moans softly, getting my meaning. Good God, she’s going to be the death of me.
“Have dinner with me,” I blurt out.
“When?” she asks, practically bouncing in her seat.
“Now,” I say after looking at my watch again.
“It’s only two o’clock,” she says laughing.
“An early dinner then,” I say, shrugging.
“You have an answer for everything, don’t you?” she asks, raising her delicately arched eyebrow at me.
“Just the important questions. Now, do you have an answer for me?”
“Yes. I’d love to have dinner with you,” she says. I’d love to do about a million different things to her, all with my tongue.
“Excellent. I can have someone pick up your car, you can come out to the house with my sister and I.”
“I don’t drive,” she says. “I mean, I can, I know how, but I don’t have a car. It seems silly to drive in the city when there are cabs, rideshares, and the T.”
“That’s even better. Let’s go find my sister and get the hell out of here,” I say standing.
“Sounds good,” she says, standing. I hold my hand out and feel nothing but relief when she takes it without hesitation. We walk out of the coffee shop and into the mall itself. It dawns on me that I have no idea where my sister was shopping. I pull my phone out and see that she hasn’t called me, so I call her. It goes to voicemail without ringing.
“She’s not picking up,” I say dumbly.
“How old is she?” Kylie asks.
“Fifteen.”
“Okay. So, if I were her, I would have met up with some friends. Let’s try the food court before you freak out.”
“I love that you have a level head,” I say following her to the food court. I look around and don’t see her anywhere. “She’s not here,” I tell her.
“Alright. What’s her name?” Kylie asks.
“Gwen,” I reply. “She’s about 5’4 with curly brown hair.”
“Okay. You wait here, and I’ll check the bathroom. Be right back,” she says.
“That sounds like a good idea,” I say. I really don’t want to have to call my parents and tell them I lost my sister. “Wait,” I say, grabbing her arm and pulling her back to me.
“What?” Lowering my head, I kiss her lips, forgetting that we are in public. Our tongues touch and I deepen the kiss. “Um, what was that for?” she asks when I finally pull her away from him.
“I couldn’t wait another second to taste you, Kylie.”
“Oh,” she murmurs, putting her fingers up to her lips before she turns away from me.
I watch her walk down the hallway and I am not upset at the view. That fucking dress should be illegal. It hugs her ass like nothing I’ve ever seen before. I can do nothing but wait for her to come back out.