Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 242(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 242(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
“I’ll bet they do.” I draw my thumb across the seam of her mouth, and she blinks up at me, her tits rising and falling on quick draws of breath. “I’ll bet they’re inexcusably rude.”
“Sometimes,” she whispers.
Odd that I should feel a surge of protectiveness for this stranger. This girl.
Especially considering what I want to do to her.
“You…” Her eyes seem to glaze over the more I stroke my thumb along her lush mouth. “You were going to tell me what you wanted.”
My abs stiffen with anticipation.
Am I really going to do this? Finally?
Yes.
I’ve turned down every opportunity. But her?
I can’t turn her down. My body has never responded with such ferociousness to anyone.
Dropping my hand from her mouth, I start to unbutton her vest, and, God, I hate the way anticipation grips my balls when she squeaks a little, as if alarmed.
“I’m not sure if you’ve had a request like mine before. It’s somewhat…unusual.”
Her hazel gaze tracks upward from my hands to search my eyes. “What is it?”
I groan as I push open the unbuttoned vest and reveal her braless little tits underneath the tight, white cotton T-shirt. The painful urge to slap her pointed nipples rises inside me, but I shove it down, down, where I always keep my strange hunger. Too soon. Not yet, Tripp. I need to make sure she’s on board to service my depravity before I give in to it.
“If you’re okay with it, I would like you to…” A hot shudder travels through me, my cock like cast iron. “Run from me. So I can chase you down.”
Her sweet mouth opens and closes. “I-I don’t understand.”
Of course she doesn’t. Who would?
“I’d like you to run away from me so I can catch you. I want you to fight me off. Or try to, anyway. You won’t be able to.”
“Why do you want to do that?” she whispers, her eyes genuinely curious.
Not judgmental, however. Which is why I’m able to answer honestly.
“When I was young—too young—I had this housekeeper who liked to nap in the afternoons, when she was supposed to be watching me after school. She’d always put on the same R-rated movie to entertain me while she napped in the guest room and…” I shake my head. “There was this scene where the villain chases the girl. He…kidnaps her. Takes her to his house and…you know the rest. I knew it was wrong, but this was going on right around puberty and I watched it so many damn times that it started to…”
“What?”
I swallow thickly. “It started to make me hard.”
I push the vest off her shoulders and gather the hem of her white T-shirt in my hands, peeling the material up and over her tits, instantly obsessed with the way she whimpers, as if apprehensive. Goddamn. Fucking her is going to be insane. The tip of my cock is dripping just thinking about how tight her pussy is going to feel around me. I’m going to bang her on her back, obviously. Who wouldn’t want to look at that perfect face while they got off? Not to mention, her bouncy little tits.
“Jesus,” I mutter, palming them in my hands. “You are perfect, angel.”
“B-but sir…” she stutters, watching me mold her breasts with a perfect combination of surprise and interest. “You’re…Y-you shouldn’t be touching me like this.”
Should I be ashamed of the excitement that ripples through my undercarriage?
Yes. Yes. Taking a female against their will goes against everything I am.
But there is no harm if she’s only pretending, right?
I have to cater to this sickness sometime, don’t I?
“Then maybe you better run,” I fairly wheeze. “Before I hold you down and suck them.”
Her breath catches and she stumbles back as she cups her tits in her hands to hide them and, wide-eyed, turns and runs for the door.
A roar spills out of my mouth, years of suppressed hunger rippling my muscles. I lunge for her, but she slips free and that only excites me more. She throws a look of terror over her shoulder and ducks out of my grip again, her feet racing for the door. I catch up with her before she can attempt to exit the room, throwing her up against the door on her tippy-toes and yanking up the back of her tight-ass skirt.
“I want to play more, angel,” I rasp into her hair, which has come loose from its braid. “But I just need to fuck right now. Give me the condom.”
She squirms between me and the door. “C-c-condom?”
I swoop down and bite her neck, sucking the reddened spot, my hands busy working the lily-white panties down her thighs. God. God, I need to get her to the bed somehow. I don’t want to bang her like this, not when I could come while looking at her phenomenal face.