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’m not sure how long our mouths have been wrestling without a break, but she finally tears herself away, gasping, shaking, staring at my lips with dilated pupils.
“Oh boy,” she whispers. “My plan has officially backfired.”
I ride her slowly up and down the wall, her ass cheeks squeaking a little on the tile wall, her pussy hot and soft on my bulging zipper. “You set out to seduce me and now…?”
Her breath comes faster. “I’m the one who’s getting seduced. Into a relationship.”
“Even if your intention wasn’t to seduce me, Haylo, I’d still be mouth fucking you in this bathroom right now. You have no idea what you do to me. Make me stiff. Make my bones feel too tight. Make me feel like I’ve been missing something important my whole life. Nothing has been the same since I saw you. Nothing will ever be the same.” I use the side of my face to angle her head left, raking my hungry, suctioning lips up the side of her neck, licking off her ocean breeze perfume so I can soak it into my blood. “Also…really, young lady? You show up in that slutty little bikini then act surprised when I demand to lock that ass down?”
“It’s not slutty! It covers everything important.”
Keeping eye contact, I use my teeth to yank aside one of the triangles of her top. “Look how easily it doesn’t.” I lap at her exposed nipple, listening to a purr kindle in her throat, her thighs tightening excitedly around my waist. “Tell the truth. You wore the bikini that was going to get Daddy to bang you the fastest.”
“M-maybe subconsciously…” she murmurs, dazed.
I bite at the skin below her ear, listening to her gasp. “Did you wake up wanting it without a condom in the sorority bathroom?”
“I was picturing it in the pool, actually,” she breathes, eyes sparkling flirtatiously, inviting another mind-blowing kiss with a flutter of her eyelashes, our lips back in devouring mode, slanting and taking, my bigger, older body flattening her tight, young one to the wall and mimicking the fuck I’m lusting to give her. Might have to give her, right here and now, no time to get back to the hotel. No time for a rubber. Not when my cock is like a flagpole in my jeans and she’s whining in encouragement every time I hump her.
“It’s going to hurt.”
“I don’t care.” She tugs the other triangle sideways, revealing her second tit. Pinching the nipple. Tugging. Leaving it pouty, just like her bottom lip when she says, “Make me a big girl, Daddy.”
“Fuck.” I groan, reaching down for my zipper. “Fuck!”
The door of the bathroom opens with a creak. There, outlined in the doorway is one of the fathers, a different man than the one I spoke to earlier. He’s holding a can of Miller Lite in his hand and he crushes that can slightly now in his grip, his expression turning wolfish as he absorbs what he’s seeing. Me, fully clothed, pumping between the legs of a bikini-clad beauty fourteen years my junior. “Get out,” I growl through my teeth, humping faster. “Now.”
“Let me watch,” he begs in a low, urgent voice. “I’ll pay. Anything.”
“Out.”
Visibly disappointed, and more than a little ashamed, he starts to close the door, but stops before he’s completely out of sight. “They’re looking for you because father-daughter chicken fighting is starting in a few minutes. It’s only a matter of time before someone else finds you.”
With that, he closes the bathroom door, leaving us with the sound of our labored breaths. Looking into Haylo’s vulnerable eyes, it hits me that I was on the verge of taking her purity standing up, which would have been impossible for her to enjoy as a virgin. Which means I’m being careless with my treasure. And I refuse to do that.
Pull it together.
Wincing in pain, I step back and allow her legs to drop, kissing her temple while fixing her bikini top. “I’m sorry for rushing this, angel. You deserve better than to have your innocence taken by an animal.” My lips find hers, roaming over them with pent-up need. “What is the agenda for this party? How long until we can be alone?”
“Not long. After the chicken fight contest, there’s a food truck coming for lunch, then I think we’re allowed to leave.” She’s staring at my mouth, in a trance. “After we eat.”
“Right.” Slowly, I wrap my hand around her throat, pinning her to the wall with my grip. Holding tight. She likes it so much her eyes glaze over, nearly rolling into the back of her head. “This body stays within reaching distance of my hands at all times. I’m guarding that sweet little cherry until it’s time to pluck it.”
She cries out, squeezing her legs together. “I won’t leave your side.”