Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
I throat fucked a virgin. Didn’t hold back at all.
Maybe if you had a gag reflex, I’d have held onto enough come to rail you like a little slut on the floor. Wouldn’t you have loved that?
I drag two hands down my face. Who was that man last night? I don’t know that side of myself. Sex has always been a respectful exchange for me. With Haylo, it’s like I’m inhabiting a darkness that I didn’t know existed inside of me. But that darkness? It fucking craves her in a way I didn’t know was possible. Even now, I’m stiff as a board—and frankly, a little pissed off—that she’s not in my bed right now. It’s time to give me that cherry.
It's mine.
She’s mine.
Lifting my head, I meet my own gaze in the bathroom mirror and barely recognize the dark forcefulness in my own expression. The naked hunger for Haylo. There’s no way out of this feeling, is there? Not only have I crossed the line in a serious way with my best friend’s eighteen-year-old daughter, but I’ve tasted the addictive sugar of her pussy and I’ve been drugged for life. The need for her is not going to leave me. Oh no.
First order of business? Find Haylo. Find out why she left in the middle of the night.
Fix things with her. Promise to keep myself under control next time I get her naked.
If that’s even remotely possible. The girl was designed to drive a man insane.
Am I imagining the way she moaned louder the deeper I sank my cock into her throat? Was I high off her body and hallucinating when she sucked me down like she didn’t want to waste a single drop? Did she enjoy me slapping her cunt or was she too intimidated by an older man to tell me to stop?
That possibility has me sick, rushing through my shower and changing into jeans and a T-shirt. Boots. Finger combing my hair and forgetting to shave, I somehow remember to purchase a pair of swim trunks in the hotel lobby gift shop.
Pool party.
Right.
Of course, there must be a pool party on the day I want to have a serious, private conversation with Haylo. And I mean serious, because oh yeah, we’re going to have to tell her father there is something between us. I’m going to date this angel, and I pity anyone who tries to stop me. I’m up against two obstacles. Phil is one of them, obviously, but I’ll deal with him when the time is right. In person.
The second obstacle is Haylo. She doesn’t want to be in a relationship with a pilot. She has too much abandonment trauma. Hell, I have to leave tonight to get back to Chicago so I can fly to Barcelona in the morning. One day into our relationship, I will already be leaving her alone, and that makes me ill, but there’s nothing I can do, except convince her to give me a chance, so I can prove to her I’m nothing like her father.
I need to stay calm, I tell myself, on the drive to the sorority house.
But that plan sails out the window when I arrive at the pool party and Haylo walks out in a white thong bikini, the splendor of her tight, young ass being caressed by sunshine, her tits jiggling around behind two triangles that do nothing to hide her hard nipples, turning every head milling around the pool. Her mouth is swollen from taking a pounding from my cock the prior evening…and goddamn it, those puffy lips are like walking evidence of what I did. How I did it. Roughly. Some of the men look at me knowingly, envy dripping from their expressions.
A man sidles up next to me, holding a solo cup that appears to contain a Bloody Mary. “My daughter says you’re a friend of Haylo’s family, filling in for her father. I had to ask because me and a few of the dads were wondering where you fit into her life.” He shakes his head, making a low sound in his throat. “She sure is sweet. I’m happily married, of course—just having a little look.”
“I suggest you look somewhere else.”
He chuckles, obviously unaware that I’m a split second from shattering his trachea. “Hey man, I know I wouldn’t have a shot in hell with a babe like that, but the fact that she’ll obviously give it up for older men gives me enough material to fantasize. That’s all I need.”
“Is it.”
“Oh yeah.”
I turn, getting in his face, the color slowly draining out of his jowls when he sees the murderous intent in my expression. “If I find out you or anyone else is talking about Haylo, I’ll drown you with my bare hands in this motherfucking pool. Not a word. Do you understand me? Keep your eyes, your thoughts and your hands to yourself. That clear?”