Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 41931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 210(@200wpm)___ 168(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 210(@200wpm)___ 168(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
“No, not at all,” said Kitty slowly. “It’s just a feeling I have. Call it girl sense.”
An eyebrow raised.
“Girl sense? What’s that?”
The brunette shrugged slim shoulders again, big boobs going up and down, distracting as fuck.
“It’s just a feeling,” she said in a low voice. “But I don’t want to say anything because there’s nothing concrete. Can we talk about something else Luke?” she murmured. “Forget I said anything. Show me what you like to do in the gym, let’s get back to you,” she smiled persuasively.
I could tell the brunette wanted to change the subject, it was only too obvious. And I get it. When you have nothing but a chill down your spine, it’s hard to say exactly what’s wrong. But as a billionaire CEO, I’ve learned to trust my instincts and that fucking chill is often the first sign that shit is about to hit the fan. So my little girl wasn’t wrong, she wasn’t a space case or some batshit crazy insane woman. Kitty was probably right on the money, she just didn’t have the experience to know it yet.
And I resolved to keep a close eye on her. Because that curvy figure, that sweet frame, were too much to sacrifice. I wanted her happy and flush, bouncing up and down my dick every night, and if Kitty was upset about some shit, it wasn’t going to happen. I wanted that pussy ripe, spread open and willing, and that meant my girl needed to be comfortable, ready to entertain hard cock at all hours.
But right. We were in the gym, and the girl was flirting with me now. Walking over to the elliptical trainer, she trailed one finger over a metal bar.
“Daddy,” she breathed. “Does this turn you on?”
I snorted because Kitty’s got a hilarious sense of humor. Going with it, the brunette clambered onto the machine and began pumping her arms, big boobs jiggling as she stepped forward and then back, forward and then back. Aw shit, those flying breasts and jiggling rump did turn me on, I love my girl in motion.
“Stop it,” I ground out. “Stop it.”
Kitty just laughed, getting off the elliptical. But then she switched to another mechanism, a pull-down machine, which is a black seat with a bar above that you grip. As you pull down the bar, the resistance works your lats and back, building up strength in your core.
Except with Kitty, everything took on a different angle. Because as she seated that juicy ass down on the saddle, the girl threw me a flirty look.
“Look Daddy,” she breathed. “Am I doing this right?”
And reaching above, the brunette grasped the bar above her head before straining to bring it down. Aw shit, it was a gorgeous sight. Those big breasts heaved and quivered, her exhales only emphasizing those luscious tits.
“Look Daddy,” Kitty giggled again, releasing the bar now, boobies jiggling like mad. “Look.”
And with that, she reached into her sports bra and popped out a big one. The creamy white bounced out, pink crest hard already.
“You like Daddy?” she whispered. “Then how about this one too?”
And reaching down once more, she popped her other tit out, now both on display. The creamy flesh quivered with her pink nips pointed straight at me.
“What the hell are you doing?” I growled, dick going from rubber to iron in a flash. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Oh nothing,” giggled Kitty again. “I thought I’d make working out more fun, that’s all,” she murmured coyly. “You know it’s so boring, just reps again and again, always the same thing.”
I begged to differ. Working out is boring if you’re not committed. But when you’ve been going at it strong for twenty years, like me, there are ways to vary things, to make sure the routines don’t grind you down.
But the little filly clearly didn’t have that in mind. Big boobies swinging this way and that, she giggled again, circling one pink tip with a finger.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I rasped again, stiff shaft almost unbearably hard. I looked around, sweeping the gym floor. “Shit baby, are you fucking insane?”
Thank god, the place was deserted right now. Other than the music and the subtle whir of the A/C, there was no movement, no noise, we had our privacy. But still. This was a public place, anyone could walk over at any second. Was my sweet brunette fucking nutso? I had to get her to a doctor stat to get that head examined.
But Kitty just giggled again, wiggling her hips. And this time, those pink shorts dropped so that she was in nothing but a sports bra pulled down obscenely under her breasts.
“Daddy,” she cooed. “I got rid of my shorts because I want to do thigh presses. I want to go as wide as possible, and you know that’s hard to do when my clothes are tight.”