Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
At least not tonight.
CHAPTER 8
Penn
It’s creepy to watch Jenna sleep, but I can’t help myself.
She’s never anything less than stunning. Lying naked in the morning light in my sheets, however, she could be a Botticelli painting. Her skin is smooth and supple, the light kissing her as though it knows she’s a work of art and wants to be worthy of her. Her pink lips, swollen from giving me head, are partially parted, her tits pointing up at the ceiling like delicious fruit, ready to be plucked, her arms flounced overhead.
My dick is fully erect, the throb deepening when I think of her squirting for me, how she looked face down over my knee—a power position I had no idea would turn me on so fucking much. Only with her. Only ever with Jenna. There is a bond between us that defies what I thought I knew about myself as a man. I’m meant to be something unusual to this girl. A lover, a guardian and an authority figure all rolled into one.
I can’t let her go.
I can’t do it.
Jenna stirs slightly, her mouth opening in a yawn, back arching off the mattress in a kitten-like stretch. She jolts, becoming aware of her surroundings, her gaze seeking me out in a panic, calming when she sees me there.
“Morning,” she murmurs, flashing me a smile that gets my heart pumping like crazy. “You’re even hotter before breakfast,” she whispers, starry-eyed, pushing me onto my back and straddling my hips, gasping to find me as stiff as a board, giggling into my neck and wiggling her soft pussy in my lap.
Heaven. She’s heaven, pure and simple.
How the hell did I get here?
How the hell do I stay?
“What time is it?” she asks, the words muffled, as she’s kissing her way down my throat and chest. “Do we have time to cuddle?”
“I’m starting to think we have different meanings of the word ‘cuddle.’”
Her head pops up, an adorable dimple etched into her cheek. “What do you think it means?”
“You know.” I take her ass in my grip, kneading that toned flesh. “A hug between two people, only they’re lying down. And it goes on for a while.”
“No, silly,” she says, kissing the underside of my chin, her cunt slicking up the full length of my cock, then riding back down. Pressing. “This is cuddling. It’s when I tease you into giving me what I want.”
“Got it,” I heave. “Now I know.”
“Now you know,” she sings, her smile imprinting on my neck. “I have the photoshoot at nine thirty and I need to be in the makeup chair by eight. I’m not going to be late, am I?”
Taking my eyes off her for a second is torture, but I turn my head to look at the clock on my bedside. “Baby. It’s eight-fifteen.”
Her eyes shoot wide. “Oh no!” She leaps off the bed in an erotic display of limbs and messy hair, and Jesus, Jesus, her body would tempt the staunchest saint. I can only shake my head in awe. “I need to go now. Will you give me a ride?”
“Of course, I will,” I say, sitting up with a wince, thanks to the hungry johnson, ready to go between my legs. I clear the pain from my throat, as much as possible. “Use my phone to call your manager. Tell him you’re running late. They can’t start without you and I’m not dropping you off on an empty stomach.” I stand up and pull her close, kissing the crown of her head, rubbing her shoulders until they relax. “If you don’t want to call them, leave it with me.”
“Leave it with you,” she whispers, swaying toward me, her cheek rubbing in my chest hair. “Leave it with Penn. Those words make me desperately happy.”
“Makes me happy to say them,” I rumble, nearly bowled over by my protectiveness. My responsibility for Jenna. The growing sensation in my chest is so overwhelming, I have to avert my eyes, fishing her panties and skirt off the floor, kneeling down to help her step into them. Handing her the tank top and watching her shimmy into it, her tits plumping in the neckline. I love serving this girl as much as I love her serving me. Damn right I’ll get on my knees for this girl who sighs at me like I’m a superhero. This girl who gave me her virginity. Trusts me. Swallows for me. Needs a guardian.
My thoughts racing a thousand miles an hour, making plans, I take her hand and guide her out of the bedroom. She looks so angelic in the sunlight that I almost drag her back upstairs—
But a scream comes from the kitchen below and my stomach lurches.
Erin drops her bowl of cereal, the porcelain shattering on the hardwood floor.
“Oh, my goodness,” whispers Jenna, hands to her pinkening cheeks.