Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Fortunately, a resident is leaving just as I’m about to buzz up, so I slip into the building behind him without having to ring. Then, I begin climbing the stairs to the third floor. The inside of the apartment building isn’t exactly sparkling clean, but you can’t expect too much from a former tenement. At least the hall lights are working as I make my way up the stairs.
But when I get to the third floor landing, something’s off. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up because the door to Alyssa’s apartment is slightly ajar. What the hell? The alarm in my head begins to sound, and I immediately look around.
It was so easy for me to get into this building. Too easy, in fact. The resident on his way out didn’t blink an eye when I walked inside, catching the door before it could shut. With that kind of lax security, anyone could get in. What if there’s been a break-in?
Fear claws at me, and adrenaline begins to rush through my veins. I need to find my daughter stat. Quietly, I push open the door and slip inside the apartment. It’s dark, and I pause for a moment. Thieves don’t always turn on the lights because they’re smart and don’t want to bring attention to themselves. I pause for a moment, but then something makes my ears perk.
“Unnnf.”
My eyebrows shoot up. What the fuck was that? Were the thieves trying to lift something heavy, like a safe? I listen for a minute, but the living room is silent. Then it comes again.
“Mmm, unnh.”
Holy shit, what was that? Has Alyssa been tied up and gagged before being thrown into a closet? Stealthily, I make my way towards the bedrooms in back. The hallway’s dark, but I know my way around this place. Slowly, I tiptoe towards the sliver of light next to the bathroom, only to stop when I see it’s coming from Josie’s door. Is Josie home? Is she alright?
I lean towards the crack in the door and peer inside. Then, I hear the sound again, and it’s crystal clear what’s going on now that I have an unobstructed view.
“Unnnf, Cyrus,” Josie moans, her big rump lifted in the air. “That feels good.”
My eyes fly open as my cock goes rock hard because the sight that greets me is not what I expected. Instead of one of the girls bound up and gagged, Josie’s on all fours on her bed, pushing an enormous dildo into her pussy. She’s crying and stretching, her sweetness wet and slippery as a huge purple eight-incher makes its way in and out. Even more, she’s crying out my name as she does it.
“Cyrus,” she pants while rubbing one hard nipple. “Oooh yes, right there.”
Holy fuck! Is this really happening? But before I can do anything, Josie raises her head and throws it back, those brown curls streaming over her shoulders as her pussy shudders violently.
“I’m coming!” she screams. “Cyrus, ooooh!”
I grab my cock through my slacks as it spasms with her words. Fuck. I’ve never been so turned on, and as Josie’s body starts shaking, I have to pinch the head of my rod to keep myself from coming with her. I’ve never seen anything more delectable than the tableaux in front of me. The sweet girl is all grown up now, and she’s made of soft, womanly curves and huge, heaving breasts. Not only that, but she’s taking that enormous dildo like a champion. I watch as her flesh clamps and spasms around the rubber, her moans rising to a fever pitch. Then she collapses on the mattress, panting with sated exertion.
Holy fuck, what did I just see? As much as I want to barrel into the room to make her scream again, I know that I can’t. I’m an adult man, and I have morals. This is my daughter’s roommate, and not only that, but I used to be married to her mother. I can’t do this to Josie, but what I can do is to go outside into the living room to lie in wait.
4
Josie
Smiling with sated pleasure, I fling open my bedroom door and sashay into the living room. That’s when my feet come to a dead halt.
“Cyrus?” I gasp, looking at the handsome man in horror as my hands scrabble to pull my thin robe closed. “Oh my god, what are you doing here?”
Sure enough, it’s my roommate’s father. But what the hell? How did he get in? Even more, did he just witness my naughty acts?
“Cyrus?” I stammer like a doll on repeat. “Oh god!”
A sexy smirk lifts the corner of the handsome man’s mouth, and I hate that my eyes go straight to his lips. Why does he have to have such sensuous lips, especially for a man of his size and sculpted physique? But the billionaire merely smirks again.