Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
“It’ll be fine. You’re family. He wants you to be happy.” Irene will be happy, too. That will make up his mind, I think.
As soon as we’re outside, she gasps. “Are there any eggs frying on the pavement?”
“Hurry,” I grunt, using the key fob to turn on the truck so the air will be running by the time we reach it. As soon as we do, we load the bags into the back, then pretty much leap inside.
“Thank fuck—” I barely have the words out of my mouth when she leans over, takes my face in her hands, and delivers a kiss that immediately makes me hard.
“What was that for?” I grunt when she lets me go.
“For making me do that when I wouldn’t have done it myself.” She’s wearing a playful grin when she sits back, pulling on her seatbelt. “Maybe I’ll give you a little fashion show when we get back.”
To think, I was going to ask if she wants to go to lunch. Fuck that. We’re going straight home now. We could always order food if we’re too worn out to make anything. And I plan on making sure we’re both too worn out. She can’t kiss me like that and not expect to have her brains fucked out.
“You’re in a hurry!” She giggles when I basically throw my door open as soon as we’re parked in front of the house.
“Are you kidding? It’s amazing I managed to stay at the speed limit the whole way back.” I wiggle my brows, then give her a growl that makes her laugh. “I’m looking forward to the fashion show you promised.”
“I should’ve known…” She doesn’t seem unhappy about it, though, as we get the bags together and head inside.
“You should try on that dress. The blue one,” I suggest. The dress that almost made me drool on myself when I saw her in it. Just thinking about it makes my dick twitch again. “You should try it on right here in the living room. Don’t even bother going upstairs.”
“Wow. I always thought guys liked lingerie and stuff.”
“We do, but it’s nice to mix things up every once in a while, too.” And she’s wasting time. I’m ready to start pulling her clothes off instead of letting her take care of it herself. While she’s getting changed, I go to the kitchen for water. If things go the way I’m thinking they will, we’re both going to need it. I plan on making her scream.
“I’m ready,” she calls out, making me slam the refrigerator door and almost run to the living room.
The dress fits her like it was made with her in mind. I forget how to talk when she does a slow turn to show off her plump, firm ass. The swells of her tits are exposed just enough to make me salivate, and her legs? My hands flex from the need to touch them, grab them, wrap them around me.
“You are dangerous,” I tell her, crossing the room in a few long strides so I can set down the water and take her by the waist. “It’s a miracle I didn’t do this at the store.”
She winds her arms around my neck when I kiss her—slow, deep, pulling one high-pitched moan after another from the back of her throat. She’s alive in my arms, warm and firm and soft at the same time.
“You’re so fucking hot.” I pull my head back until she looks me in the eye. “I’m serious. And don’t let anybody ever tell you different. Got it?”
“Got it.” She looks and sounds confused, but that’s fine. I have all the time in the world to wipe out that confusion.
Starting right now, when I turn her in place and bend her over the coffee table. “I love your legs,” I whisper as my hands run up them from her knees to her hips, sliding up under the dress until my thumbs trace where her panties meet her ass cheeks. The way she shivers and gasp gets me rigid, almost dripping already.
“What do you think? Should I fuck you right now?” I whisper, slowly easing her underwear over her ass. “Or should I eat your pussy first?”
“What would you rather do?” My heart almost stops when she wiggles her ass suggestively. Who is this girl? Where has she been hiding?
Under a heavy sweater, that’s where.
All of that sass melts into a high-pitched, needy moan when I find her wet, swollen slit. “I think I would rather taste all of this,” I decide, dragging my fingers through her silky heat.
At first, I don’t understand what happens next. The sound coming from the front entry hall. The door opening.
“We’re home early—” Dad comes around the corner, calling out like he didn’t expect to find us in here.
But that’s okay, because we didn’t expect him to come home early. We didn’t expect to be caught like this, with her bent over in front of me, and my fingers probing her pussy.