Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
“Like what?” I groan.
She swallows. “You know what.”
“No, I don’t,” I tell her.
“Fine, be like that.”
“We both have to be like that.”
“I know,” she says.
“Be like what?”
I turn to find Mike standing there, his hands on his hips, looking at us with narrowed eyes. I remember when some boys would tell bullshit stories, and Mike would stare at them just like that, eyes narrowed, watching, interrogating.
“Uh, he’s being mean about my painting,” Emma says, “but it’s just a joke.”
“Ah, right,” Mike says, waving a hand. “Well, I wanted to tell you I’m going to nap and get ready for my shift later. So don’t disturb me, okay?”
He’s acting shifty again, just like when his phone buzzed both times. He turns and walks back down the hallway.
“Do you think he heard us?” Emma whispers.
“Be quiet,” I tell her.
“Wow, Jacob.” She stands up, walking toward the hallway, hissing at me in a low voice. “You know I’m not a dog, right? You don’t have to talk to me like crap.”
I swallow, wanting so badly to stand and wrap my arms around her. She’s got a flush running down her neck, making me think of her tight nipples and her big bouncing breasts. Fuck, and her pink slit, the way she almost opened for me, almost gave me everything. I’m aching. Fuck. I want her so badly.
I’m sorry. That’s what I should say, but there’s a risk Mike will come out here again. Maybe he’s forgotten something. He’ll catch me and his daughter locked in a lover’s stare. I can’t let that happen. So, like a douchebag, I say nothing. I sit down. I stare at the painting of Rusty.
She turns and stomps down the hallway. I should be able to believe it’s for the best. If I can make her hate me, then the chance of us being together is zero. Yet I only want to hold her and tell her I’m sorry, but I can’t.
I sigh, looking out the window. It’s snowing again. It looks like a blizzard might be coming. If so, we can hunker down for weeks if needed. Or I can dig us out. If worst comes to worse, it’s a trek through the snow. Here in this cabin, we’re safe. I have to believe that. Safe from those pervert criminal bastards.
That’s the most important thing. As long as my woman is safe, nothing else matters. Still, a blizzard will make this even more difficult: all three—well, four now, with Rusty—of us locked together. I need to be more careful. No more hungry looks. No more fantasizing.
I can’t stop thinking about her standing there with the flush going down her neck, that sassy look on her face. Fuck. My cock gets hard so fast, so thick with precome, my balls aching. I should’ve grabbed her and dragged her into the dining area, bent her over the table, spanked her thick ass through her sweatpants, and watched her big body jiggle for me.
Before I give myself time to think—I’m a terrible man, fuck—I’m in my bedroom, my dick in my hand, pumping so fast, standing over my bed. I can’t think—just her body. Bent over, bouncing, and then I’ll pull down her sweatpants and reveal the big round gorgeousness of her ass.
“You’ll do whatever the fuck I tell you,” I growl. “Everything. Understand me? Everything.”
She looks over her shoulder, that excited, cautious look in her young eyes. “Will you fuck me?” I imagine her saying, fire rushing up my shaft, seriously making it impossible to stop and think about anything else. All that exists is her body, her thickness. “Please, Jacob. Please fuck my tight pussy.”
I imagine kissing her hole with my tip. This time, I start sliding in straight away. She gasps and moans, sliding back against me. Then, suddenly, she’s on top. On the table, bouncing up and down so her tits shake for me, just for me and—
Oh, fuck. This is the most intense orgasm I’ve had since her graduation. The fantasy is so vivid. It’s like I can feel her hot pink pussy grinding on my dick. It’s like I can hear her moans, begging for more, begging me to spank her, driving into her over and over to own her.
“I’m yours,” she moans.
I’m still coming, my eyes shut tight, wave after wave of release rushing out of me. Then she’s on her knees, her tongue grinding up and down my cock as she collects my come, swallowing it. Then I’m on my knees, and she’s bent over, and I’ve got my face stuffed right against her warm, wet folds. I tongue her tight slit.
I’m still coming. It feels so good, so right, as I finger her tight hole and spank her at the same time. She gasps in my mind, her big globes jiggling, her creamy skin getting red with my lust marks.