Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 101(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 101(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
I find my precious nub and circle it gently, applying just the right amount of pressure that sends a warm wave of pleasure coursing through me. Cameron’s jaw flexes, and the air buzzes with an electric energy as he watches me play with myself. I cannot believe I’m doing this, but he gives me the courage to embrace my own sexuality, and performing for him in this way just makes me feel like we’re forming a bond together.
He’s my owner. I’d let him put a leash around my neck and walk me around the trailer. In fact, I just might ask him to.
“You’re so bad,” he mutters, rubbing a hand between his legs on the quickly growing bulge. I love the fact that I turn him on like this.
“Am I?” I ask, using my little girl voice as I apply more pressure. My legs are starting to quiver. This man will be my husband one day.
“You’re going to come, aren’t you, baby?”
I nod, biting my lower lip. Moisture coats my fingers as Cameron’s eyes scour my body. He groans, and I’m driven right up to the edge. “Oh my God…”
“Let it happen, baby. Good girl. Let Daddy watch.”
His words are fuel to my fire. My vision wavers as a moan catches in my throat. I’m trying to keep quiet, but then I remember something: My mom isn’t here! Why bother keeping quiet when there’s no risk of getting caught?
I let it all out—a lustful moan escapes my lips as my orgasm wracks me, causing the chair to shake beneath me as tremors rock my body. The ache in my core is so deep. So desperate. This is not going to be enough. I’m going to need Daddy to finish the job, and I’m going to need it soon.
Cameron leans forward and kisses me—or at least he tries to kiss me. I’m not even able to kiss him back. I’m too wrapped up in my post-orgasmic trance. All I can do is let him gently suck my bottom lip and almost smile as I relish in the rapture of my life.
When I open my eyes again, I’m greeted with his, staring right back at me like I belong to him. And it’s the most comforting feeling in the world—like having a warm blanket wrapped around my heart.
“I like how you look at me,” I tell him.
“How’s that?”
I giggle. I’m starting to get giddy. “Like…I’m yours.”
He smiles and tugs the buttons down on his jeans. “You are.”
I gasp a deep breath and watch as he reaches into his pants. Oh my God, he’s going to fuck me again. I don’t know why I’m surprised after what I just did. A sense of excitement mixed with a beautiful ease comes over me, and I let my legs just fall open for him, inviting him in. And that’s when we both hear it.
The sound of tires on gravel outside.
We both freeze.
“It can’t be,” I hiss. “She said she was going to Cheryl’s! She shouldn’t be back until tomorrow!”
But without even getting up, I know it’s her. I could recognize Mom’s dying car from a mile away. But there’s another sound—the cackle of male laughter, unfamiliar and clearly drunk.
Cam’s expression hardens from lust to protector in the blink of an eye. He stands, tucks his bulge into his pants, and somehow manages to button his fly while I rush into my room and scramble to get dressed.
The door bursts open just as I get my right leg into my pants. “What the hell?” my mom blurts out. “Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”
“Aren’t you supposed to be at Cheryl’s?” Cam counters.
Talk about a dysfunctional relationship. It pains me to even think about the fact that Cam is technically in a relationship with my mom. But is he? It’s just a label on something that doesn’t truly exist—never did. While she was gone, Cam took the opportunity to claim me. And when Mom thought Cam would be gone, she found another man to bring home. Yeah, just end it already.
“This your man, baby?” the stranger grumbles. “The car guy you said was never home?”
I glance out from my room down the hall and see Cameron staring back at the two of them, my mom’s face twisted in indignation. “Well, this is rich. You gonna j–judge me? While you’re here with my daughter!?”
She knows!? How could she? Has she seen me looking at him? Him looking at me? It can’t be. Maybe she’s just throwing wild accusations to try and defend her own behavior.
God, what a mess.
“Your daughter,” Cameron growls, “was the only reason I stayed here as long as I did.”
His words go off like a bomb in the small space of the trailer. My mom’s eyes widen, and her face cycles through a cyclone of emotions—rage, disbelief, and finally, humiliation.