Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
She sinks her teeth into her lower lip at the sight of it, and her fingers start to move quicker.
Naughty, naughty.
“Do you like what you see?” Penelope asks, but her attention never wavers from my cock.
“Like? I fucking love it.” My breathing is shaky, and it makes my words come out awkwardly. “You’re fucking perfect.”
“Good.” A devilish grin stretches on her face. “But it isn’t fair, is it?”
“What’s that?” I ask, finding it impossible to break eye contact with her cunt. I just want to drop to my knees and shove my face between her thighs, drowning in the mixture of bathwater and her pussy juice.
What a way to die.
“I’m sitting here naked and bare, and you’re still fully clothed.” Her body jerks as she hits a pleasurable point, and her tits bounce from the motion. “Take your cock out.”
I do as Penelope orders. I undo my belt and unzip my pants. With one hard tug, my pants pool at my ankles, and Penelope’s big blue eyes follow my cock as it bounces free from its confines.
Sweet relief.
“It’s so big,” she gulps, but her very next touch makes her moan loudly.
“Does it please you?” I ask. I wrap a hand around my shaft and start working slow motions up and down it. I need to move steadily because each stroke is an overwhelming blast of pleasure that threatens to throw me over the edge.
She nods while her eyes roll to the back of her head. Her fingers start to move fast now, and her free hand travels up the length of her body to squeeze a breast. The quiet noises she made before transform into heavier groaning.
“If that’s what the thought of it can do, imagine how it would feel balls deep in your guts.” No point in holding my tongue or pretending to be civil.
“You’d tear me in half.” Penelope’s breathing becomes more erratic. “Fill me to the brim and leave me a mess.”
Every word she says is followed by another moan. The hand on her breast pinches a nipple while the other circles faster and faster. She’s close, I can tell. Now’s my time to get in there.
“You’d destroy my virgin pussy—” What did she just say? “And you’d leave me desperate and begging for more.”
“You’re a virgin?” My fist squeezes harder, and my stroking intensifies.
It’s both the greatest news I’ve ever heard and the sharpest dagger I’ve ever felt in my heart. I can’t take her and break her here in the bath on her first night in my house. She deserves something far more special than watching me beat off to her.
“I am.” She erupts into a cacophony of pleased sounds. “And I want you to make me your slut.”
Her words send me over the edge. I can’t fight it as much as I want to. With one last hard thrust, I explode and ropes of my seed shoot across the bathroom floor. Penelope opens her eyes just in time to watch, and she licks her lips in delight.
With a wicked grin, she stands up from the water. She grabs a towel from the rack and wraps it around her body.
“Next time that happens,” —she winks at me— “it better be inside me.”
5
PENELOPE
What the fuck did I do last night? And why did it feel so damn good? I’ve been floating around all morning as if my interaction with Harker was a dream. But it was real. Dirty. And so fucking hot.
But the fear that I’ve pushed things too far creeps into the back of my mind. Sure, he’s expressed his interest, but does that mean he wanted things to move this far so fast? What if it changes his mind about me? What if I scare him off?
Am I even thinking any of this through? He snuck into my room to spy on me taking a bath. Why isn’t it ringing major alarms or signaling alarms or raising all the red flags on the damn planet?
There’s only one way to find out. And it’s making me increasingly uncomfortable.
I get out of bed and shake off the long sleep with a stretch. In the warmth and comfort of the enormous bed, I overslept until noon. I pull on a pair of shorts and a tank top and start making my way through the house.
Harker’s bedroom door is open, and I start there. I look inside. Empty. Unlike my room, Harker’s is ill-furnished. Apart from his bed, there’s a wingback chair in one corner with a small table beside it. On the table is an empty whiskey glass and a book.
The more I learn about him, the more I’m starting to realize he’s a man of very simple tastes.
I leave his room and make my way down the hall until I reach his office. The click-clack of a keyboard hits my ear long before I get anywhere near him.