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)
Her body has me almost in a dreamlike state. It’s like every single inch was sculpted with a man’s desires in mind—with my desires in mind. From the cleft where her thighs meet her ass to the plump teenage tits that sway braless beneath my T-shirt, as if taunting me to make a move.
“You know how the sink’s been dripping?” she asks suddenly. “I could help you fix it…if you want me to.”
Oh, no. Bad idea. I need to send her to her room, but my mouth betrays me. “Okay. Get my toolbox from the closet.”
Christ, what the hell am I doing? I can’t even stop myself from watching her ass jiggle as she walks away.
Images of her little virgin pussy flash through my mind. I can practically taste it as I imagine tossing her down beneath me and wedging her legs apart with my nose.
I shake my head, trying to clear my mind of the forbidden thoughts as she returns with my toolbox and sets it down. I grab a wrench and slide down under the sink, trying to focus on the pipes and not the fact that she’s knelt down beside me, her shorts lifting up and away like a skirt blowing in the wind.
“Aim the flashlight here,” I order. Her wrist brushes against my knee as she takes aim, and that tiny amount of contact—something so innocent and accidental—sends an electric jolt buzzing up my arm. A soft sound escapes her lips, and I feel it in my bones.
“Hold it steady,” I tell her, my voice rough. She leans in closer, but her hair falls forward into my face. My mouth waters. I want, but I can’t.
“S–sorry,” she whispers, brushing her hair back.
I chew my lower lip as I work mechanically, muscle memory from countless jobs taking over as the rest of my conscious mind focuses on her. Her knee against my hip, each of her breaths stirring the air between us, the way she shifts slightly, as though motioning an invitation with her body.
“There,” I say, tightening the last connection. I start to slide out, and Katie moves at the same time. Suddenly, her knee comes out from under her and she falls forward, landing on top of me. My hands automatically go to her waist to catch her, and when her soft, warm, perfect body touches mine, it’s like the world stops.
Her eyes, so wide and so beautiful, stare into mine with a naked desire that eats me alive. Blood rushes to my cock as I feel her tiny little waist and imagine pulling her back into me as I pound her from behind.
Her hands tremble against my chest. Fear or need, I can’t tell.
“Cameron,” she breathes, my name on her lips causing even more excitement to rise inside me. I have to shift my hips so she won’t feel my cock growing harder by the second.
I have to stop this. I have to move. Get out of here. We’re alone in the trailer now. Anything could happen.
I sit up, taking her with me, wrapped in my arms.
But then suddenly, my mouth is on hers, my tongue searching hungrily with harsh demand. I know it’s wrong, but I can’t stop myself. I’m fixated on what she tastes like, and when she kisses me back with passionate enthusiasm, my last functioning brain cell evaporates.
I pull back and stare at her gorgeous face, watching her pupils dilate. I press her hips down and grind up between her legs so she can feel my arousal for her, and when I see the tremble in her eyes and feel the shiver move down her spine, it’s like bliss.
I slip a hand up her—my—shirt and cup her right breast. Soft perfection in my rough palm. My cock pulses with desire, throbs with lust. But beyond that, my mouth is practically watering like a dog in heat.
Her tiny moans wreck me, so sweet and desperate. She snatches my shirt with both hands as she straddles my waist, all that soft and innocent warmth pressed against my sin. I’m drowning in her. Being reborn in the sweet inexperience of her mouth.
She kisses back with passion as I wrap my fists in her hair, angling her head so I can get my tongue deeper, devour her the way I’ve been dreaming about at night on the couch. She kisses me back like she’s been starving for this too. Little does she know what more I have planned.
I slide my other hand up her smooth thigh. I’m normally a pretty laid-back guy, but Katie has me on fire. And when I feel her panties soaked with her own arousal, I nearly lose all control.
“Christ, baby, you’re hot for me too—”
And that’s when it happens. Just saying those words to her causes reality to crash back onto me like a cold bucket of water.