Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 164910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 825(@200wpm)___ 660(@250wpm)___ 550(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 825(@200wpm)___ 660(@250wpm)___ 550(@300wpm)
I inhale, hanging my arms over the back of the couch, watching her pose in the mirror. Her tits sit plump and perky, giving her a slim, hourglass figure with her trim waist and slender shoulders. Flipping her hair over to one side of her head, she turns, looking over her shoulder in the mirror as she brushes the skirt up her ass enough to check out the panties.
Her hands glide over her body, around her breasts, and down the inside of her thighs, and my gaze finds Dallas. I watch him watch her. Slouching into the couch with one arm slung over the back, he lets his eyes trail over her, lingering on her chest and cocking his head. His chest rises and falls, and I lower my gaze to his groin, picturing her on her knees in front of him. How many times has she blown him?
An attendant brings in a tray with glasses and opens a fresh bottle of vodka, handing a drink to Dallas, setting one on the table next to me, and leaving another for the girl.
Aracely cups her breasts, tilting her head in the mirror. Dallas takes a sip and lets out a whistle, finding my eyes. “You ain’t got nothing like her over here.”
I drink, hiding my smile. We don’t have anything like you, either.
He’s mine, and he’s going to know it tonight.
Aracely steps over to me, and I set my drink down, sitting up and running my hands up her legs. “Do you like it?” I ask, feeling the eyes behind the mirror watching us. Maybe it’s just Jerome, but I doubt it. People want to see what I’m like here.
I spin her around. “Bend over,” I say. “How does it feel?”
Leaning forward, she points her ass in my face, and she is beautiful to look at. I can stare, admiring her the same way I like to take in a nice car or the cut of someone’s suit or the soar of a ball on a golf course. None of those things I want in my mouth, though.
“Feels okay,” she says in a breathy voice. “Can I try something else?”
I nod, watching her sift through the rack and pull out a white see-through crop top with long sleeves.
Dallas joins her, picking up black thigh highs and kneeling at her feet as she moves back to the riser. He helps her out of her boots and into the socks as she pulls on the shirt.
And before he stands back up, she unbuckles her skirt and drops it in front of him. He quirks a smile, smoothing the socks up her thighs. My stomach hardens to a brick.
“Come here,” I tell her.
Ignoring Dallas’s glance, I hold out my hand and she takes it, stepping back up to me. Her stomach is golden and smooth, her belly button taut as the gauze of the shirt lingers over her skin. Hard, dark nipples poke through the fabric, her breasts entirely visible.
“You can’t go out in that,” I point out.
She rocks back and forth. “I’ll just wear it around the house for you.”
Oh, she’s good. I’ll bet my father’s friends are behind the mirror, just picturing her sweet piece of pussy walking all around my house dressed like this, ready not only at my desire but also at my father’s. How lucky we are.
Aracely tries on more outfits, acting like she’s in a dressing room at the mall and filming underage content for men on OnlyFans. She dons a pair of overall shorts with suspenders and no shirt, a nice lavender bra and panty set that looks amazing with her skin tone, and some red stockings with lace trim and nothing else. She sits on the edge of the riser, knees apart as she leans back on her hands, and I don’t know how long she stays there, gazing into the mirror, but I’m glad she takes her time. Maybe she likes being watched. Or maybe she knows we aren’t really watching her anyway.
As she moves around, trying things on and putting on a good show for the voyeurs, I cast my eyes in her direction, but I feel his on me, and I have no idea why. He likes to fuck me, but I don’t have what she has. It has to be more pleasing to look at her.
He just wants to see my reaction to a hot girl.
Approaching me, she leans down, looking me in the eye and tugging at my tie. “Give me a long leash right now?” she whispers.
I swallow, watching her pull my tie off me and peel off my jacket. Unbuttoning my shirt, she licks her red lips, and I fight to stay quiet even though my entire body is tensing. I know we’re going to have to do something, but…