Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
When I glance up in the rearview mirror, I see her looking out of her window and the expression on her face has me turning around in my seat. “What’s wrong?”
She faces me but shrugs and pretends to smile. It doesn’t reach her eyes, and I know immediately that she’s hiding something from me. “I’m fine.”
Shit, does she regret what just happened? How can she not? I’m an old man who just made her rub her pussy while I jerked off to it. Could I be more of a bastard?
“What we did, I lost control—” I start, but she reaches for my arm.
“No, don’t say that. I don’t regret it.” She hesitates and bites that pretty bottom lip that I would die to have against mine. “I was just thinking that we didn’t kiss.” When I open my mouth to say something, she covers her face with both her hands. “Oh god, that’s so stupid. Just forget I said anything.”
“You want me to kiss you.” It’s not a question, but more of a shocked statement. I didn’t think a girl like her would want a man like me touching her perfect body. That’s why I thought I could take this time in the car with her and keep it forever. I wanted to steal what I could without leaving her dirty from my touch.
Slowly she lowers the hands from her face and shrugs. “Yeah, I think I do.”
“Come here.” I tell her what to do, but even as I give the order, I’m pulling her into the front passenger seat.
There’s a gear shift and a console between us, but maybe that’s a good thing. I need to keep my distance from her because I know that the treasure she’s got between her legs is virgin tight. She’s not ready to ride a cock.
But I could teach her.
The thought enters my mind, and I have to push it away. I can’t think about that, not now while she’s soft and sweet and looking at me like I hung the moon. My hands cup her face as I pull her close, and her eyes are wide with excitement.
“Close your eyes, little flower.” She does as I order, and my cock throbs in pleasure. “Open your mouth so I can lick your tongue.”
Her full cherry pink lips part, and I slowly lower my mouth to hers. She inhales at the same time and I feel that electricity spark between us like never before. I grunt as those pretty lips spread and let me inside. I sweep my tongue over hers, and she eagerly does the same. Back and forth we take turns until I feel her hands on my chest pulling me closer.
She tastes like sugar lip gloss and innocence, and all I want to do is bury myself in it. Before I can stop myself, I’m pulling her over onto my lap and spreading her legs so she straddles me. Her skirt goes up so far it exposes her ass. Grabbing on to it, I yank her flush against my cock, and then I keep on kissing her.
“Tell me to stop,” I beg as I pull her panties up her ass so I can grab onto her bare cheeks. “Tell me to leave you alone, Nadia, because I don’t know if I can.”
She doesn’t do either of those things but instead grinds against me as we kiss and kiss like this is our only chance. Maybe it will be. After today, she could hate me and never want me to speak to her again. I wouldn’t blame her, but I’m not sure I’d let her do it. Fuck, there’s no way I can let her go now that I’ve had a taste.
“What time do you go to school in the morning?” I say as I slide my hand under her white polo shirt.
“My first class is at eight.”
“I’ll pick you up at seven. Make an excuse with your sister. I want to eat your pussy before you go to school.”
My fingers find her bra and pull the cup down before I pinch her nipple. Needing more, I push her shirt up and bend my head down to suck on it. Fuck, they’re just as pink as her pussy, and I greedily nurse on one then the other.
“Yes, sir,” she moans, rocking against my length and grinding her clit for relief.
“Come out without your panties on too. I don’t want to waste time.”
“Oh god, Walsh!” she cries as she cums from dry humping me.
I hold her close and kiss her gently as I help her ride out the pleasure. Once it’s passed, I kiss her forehead and let her rest against me. “You’re such a good girl.”
She lets out a little giggle and then looks up at me. “Really? Because that felt bad.”
“Text your driver and see if he’s home yet. As much as I want to take you to my house, I need to keep this”—I reach between us and rub my hand over her soaked panties—“safe from me.”