Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
“Yeah,” Tyrone says. “Sure. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” I reply, trying to be slightly more upbeat. “How are things there?”
“I’ve been sitting in on board meetings, like you asked. Lisa and Mark are still pushing this eco-friendly angle. Seems suspicious to me.”
“How so?”
“The profit upsides aren’t that great, even if we successfully managed to fool the public into thinking we’ve gone fully sustainable.”
“Hmm.” I drum my fingers against the steering wheel. “Do some digging, then. Follow your instincts.”
“Are you sure?” he asks.
“Yes, but don’t let them find out.”
“Okay. How’s the video going?”
“I just got some more footage,” I tell him. “Paul’s game for it, but honestly, it makes me feel like a cold prick. I’m supposed to be here for him, not to use him as a prop.”
“If he’s game, I don’t see the issue, boss. With all due respect.”
I don’t reply because I can’t. I can’t tell him that the issue is I have to visit Paul, which means seeing his nineteen-year-old sister. Then I think about her thick legs, her nervous smile, that glint in her eyes, and all the moments we could share together in a different life.
“Anything else, Tyrone?” I ask.
“Uh… no.” He pauses. “Well, are you okay? You sound pretty miserable.”
“I’m fine,” I reply.
“Fair enough. I’ll get on Lisa and Mark and see if I can dig anything up. Speak later.”
After the phone call, I drive down the highway toward my hotel. I’ve got a suite just up the road from the Free Everywhere offices, allowing me to keep an eye on the business, but it feels wrong to be driving away from my woman.
Back in my suite, where I shower and change to head to work, I can’t stop thinking about Sophie sitting below me, her legs folded, highlighting the curviness. My balls ache just thinking about sliding my hand between those thighs, her squeezing them together, trapping me there, moaning temptingly.
Stop, I tell myself in the shower, as my cock gets hard, my eyes closing. Suddenly, I’m back in their beach house, but the nurse isn’t there anymore. Paul isn’t there. Nobody is… except for me and Sophie.
In the shower, I start to stroke my hand up and down my cock. In the fantasy, I kneel down next to Sophie’s chair and smooth both my hands up her legs, squeezing to feel her thickness, her heat. She shivers against me, moaning, looking at me wide-eyed. “This is wrong…” Even in the fantasy, she tells me this, but I can’t stop.
Stroking my dick faster, quicker, I imagine stripping off her shorts and then tearing off my pants, spreading precome over my dick, and then bringing my tip to her clit. I massage her needy bud, keeping my eyes on her beautiful face. She moans like it’s a battle, knowing she shouldn’t like it, but she can’t help it. Neither of us can.
I massage her tits with my other hand, rubbing her fullness, playing with her nipples. Goddamn, I hope they’re as thick as the rest of her. She nods, urging me to slip inside of her. She wants to feel me stretching and teasing her tight hole.
I’m almost growling as I struggle to stop myself from exploding, knowing I can’t ever go back to the man I was before. So far, I’ve been able to stop myself from doing this, but once I shoot my load thinking of my best friend’s sister, I’ve crossed a line. I can’t ever change that.
My hand moves faster. In the fantasy, I drive my cock deep into her. She sits up and grabs onto me. The dream shifts, and suddenly, she’s fully naked, her tits out, bouncing as I fuck her hard, as I drill her over and over. Her whole body shakes for me, just for me.
I gasp as the hot come shoots out of me, spattering the shower wall. She creams down my dick, begging for more and telling me it’s wrong, but it feels right.
Opening my eyes, I stare at my release sliding down the shower wall. Fuck. This is a mess. What have I just done?
The worst part is I want to do it again.
After working for the rest of the day, I return to the suite and crash. When I wake, I know something’s wrong. I’ve got eleven missed calls from Tyrone and dozens of others from more employees and colleagues.
Sitting up, rubbing sleep from my eyes, I call Tyrone. It’s hard to think of anything that could make me feel worse than yesterday and what I did while thinking of Sophie, the same woman I remember as a shy kid, braces on her teeth, speaking quietly, always withdrawn. She’s like a different person now. My dick aches just thinking about her, making me want to do it again.
“Have you seen it?” Tyrone asks the second he answers the phone.