Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
I take her panties out of my pocket and clench them in my fist, bring them to my nose, and indulge in another deep sniff. I lick the crotch of the panties, and my cock surges, impossibly hard in my pants.
I could come just looking at her in the window, imagining tasting her succulent flesh. I wonder if she longs for me as badly as I do her. I watch her intently, desperation and anger warring in my bloodstream. Kat is mine. I’ve got half a mind to storm into this house and strangle Eddie with the panties in my hand. Fuck his wife hard next to his purple and very dead body. Make her come and cry my name as he takes his last breath.
Just when I think I might turn and leave, run from the storm of feelings making me breathe fire, her eyes lock with mine. She sees me. I can’t make out her expression, but she doesn’t move away, doesn’t call for her husband to tell him there’s an intruder in their midst. I’m about to walk away when she lets her straps fall from her shoulder and the entire night dress slips off her body, revealing her naked curves to me. She knows it’s me. She wants me to see her.
I unzip my ocean-battered pants and unleash my throbbing cock, her panties wrapped around my fist as I stroke my massive erection that only responds to her. Her hands roam down her body, and she toys with her full tits until the nipples are erect and straining. Jesus Christ, her body is fucking hot, sin incarnate, a diamond in a sea of cubic zirconia. I’m rock hard, steel in my grip with precum leaking from the head. I glide her panties up and down the length of my dick, picturing her kneeling in front of me, ruby lips wet, mouth open, begging me to let her suck.
I imagine her laying down for me on her marital bed, thick legs spread, her body shaking with lust as my tongue dips in her sweet cunt, tasting her honey, devouring her sex like it’s my last damn meal, sucking and licking until she can’t take anymore. Kat’s so fucking beautiful. The prettiest damn girl in the world.
I move her panties up and down my cock, jerking myself, picturing her warm, sweet mouth around my dick, her full lips spread from my girth.
On the beach, I wanted to force my cock into her pretty mouth. Hear her gag, force her to take me in her mouth as I pulled her hair and fucked her face like it was her pussy. I wanted to be rough with her, watch the tears roll down her face as she choked on my erection. I craved hearing her beg me to stop. I wouldn’t stop, though. I’d ram into her sweet mouth, hitting the back of her throat, owning her, making her my whore and my queen. It didn’t matter which as long as she was mine.
As much as I love Kat, I also hate her now. Dueling emotions fight inside me for dominance. I’m a changed man with a cold broken heart that only her love and adoration can thaw. I want to shower her with love and punish her for what she did to me—to us.
Legs parted, she slides her hands down to her pussy. She knows exactly what she’s doing. Driving me mad. Kat’s playing with fire, and she doesn’t even know it. I’m no longer the optimistic and earnest boy she grew up with. It would seem she’s changed, too. Little Katelyn Shaw is now a seductress, a goddess who I’m going to have begging on her knees.
Her panties feel so good, like I’m close to her in a fucked-up way. I jerk faster as my balls tighten, the need to come heady and consuming. Her head falls back, and I know she’s close, too. I recognize her body language, still know the blueprint of her anatomy, the secret tells of her desire. I fist my cock roughly, yanking until my cum explodes all over her panties.
I wave my hand with the lace undergarment up to her in the window to show her how I’ve defiled them, warning her there’s more to come.
She shudders as she works her way down from her own orgasm.
The two of us. A fucking combustible disaster waiting to happen.
CHAPTER 14
Katelyn
What makes staying in Montauk bearable is the beach. So many dark secrets to haunt me, but the waves of this ocean help wash away the evil and console me. I swear I can still hear the faint sound of two young lovers laughing as they splash in the water. My shawl slips off my shoulders as I wander into the tide, and my long gauzy cotton dress blows around me in the balmy erratic wind of the oncoming storm.