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)
“No. That’s not it at all.”
“I’m way too old to bang you, Jenna.”
“Normally I would agree with you. Everyone older has mistreated me. Stolen my money and exploited me. You must have read I emancipated from my parents when I was seventeen, right?” A shiver passes through me remembering the lowest point of my life. The loneliness that has eaten away at me since then. “It was a whole court trial, and the paparazzi were relentless.”
“I work and I raise my kid. I don’t pay attention to celebrity gossip. But…” He seems to debate the wisdom of kissing me, eventually dipping his head to breathe against my mouth, unleashing a mudslide of lust inside of me. “God, baby. I’m sorry that happened to you.”
“You’re older, too, but you’re not like them. Are you? Not like the Hollywood execs who try and run my life. You wouldn’t use your age against me. You’d use it to give me security, wouldn’t you?” I say, tracing my hands up and over the hard slabs of muscle that make up his chest and shoulders. “You wouldn’t let anyone take advantage of me. You wouldn’t that happen to anyone who is important in your life, would you?”
His jaw snaps. “Hell no.”
I draw my knuckle down that taciturn jaw. “I can tell that about you.” Dropping my hands to my sides, I drag open the flannel shirt between us, listening to him groan gutturally when my bare breasts meet with his broad chest. “What can you tell about me?” I ask, trailing my fingers up and down his heaving ribcage. “Can you tell that I’ve had to learn how to take care of myself, but…maybe I need someone to take over the job once in a while? So I can just be…a girl?”
He visibly battles with himself, trying to fight the urge to hump me, but he loses the war, pinning me down and grunting through a series of frantic punches of his hips. “If I didn’t know any better, Jenna, I’d think you were looking for…”
“For what?” I gasp, desperate for him to put a name to what I need. A mystery emptiness I’m trying to fill, no idea what to use. What or who to seek for help.
Penn leans up on his elbow, groaning as he looks down at my arched body, my high breasts and splayed thighs, all flushed from his weight. “Ah, hell, baby. You’re looking for a big, mean Daddy to protect that A-list pussy, aren’t you?”
I cry out under the sudden, infinite strain. The sheer force of my orgasm.
When he realizes I’ve catapulted over the peak, he bears down with his hips and I scream louder, forcing him to cup a hand over my mouth, but I can’t stop. I can’t stop wetting the bulge of his jeans with pleasure, my shaking legs kicking around his hips, before I eventually bury my heels into the bed, arching my spine involuntarily to combat the earthquake wreaking havoc below my waist, moisture seeping out of me, so much that I start to worry I’m peeing, the relief is so intense and complete.
“Oh my goodness! I’ve never…I’ve never…”
“Never?”
I shake my head frantically.
“Christ. Christ.” He wraps a hand around my throat and squeezes, his expression a mixture of red-hot lust and awe. “Imagine that. A sweet little thing like you needed a big, hairy motherfucker to make her cream. So much cream, baby. All over Daddy’s jeans.”
Another wave of pleasure rocks me, and I look up at this man, while my flesh constricts on repeat, knowing he’s the only one who will ever make me let go like this. Knowing it with confusing intuition. He’s going to be permanent in my life. There’s no way I can live with any other outcome.
Somehow, I knew it the minute I saw him.
“Penn,” I moan, overcome. “More of you. I want more. I need all of you.”
I’m hit with a terrible case of denial when he shakes himself, almost violently, and retreats off the bed, his damp fly distended in an unnatural way, burly chest puffing up and down. “Jesus,” he heaves, raking both hands down his face. “What the hell am I doing?”
“Come back,” I whimper, sitting up, the flannel falling around me.
“You’re too young, Jenna,” he rasps. “All the shit you’ve been through made you believe you want…this. A Daddy to come in and be everything you’re missing. But if I took advantage of that, I’d be as bad as the rest of them.”
“No, you wouldn’t,” I whisper.
“Yes, I would.”
His gaze is rife with hunger and yearning as he looks at me, but somehow he backs away, his shoulder ramming into my closet, his hip knocking into a lamp.
A bull in a china shop, for sure, because he’s already breaking my heart.
And then, with a final tortured look, he’s gone.