Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 122966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 615(@200wpm)___ 492(@250wpm)___ 410(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 615(@200wpm)___ 492(@250wpm)___ 410(@300wpm)
“Rub your clit,” I told her. “Touch yourself like you do when you’re alone in your bedroom thinking about me.”
She did as told but seemed hesitant. “I don’t think I can come again.”
“I’m gonna fuck you until you do,” I grunted. “Your choice.” I was figuring her out, and it appeared my sweet little Pipsqueak had a dirty fucking mind. She didn’t want to be treated like she was made of glass. “I bet I can get you off in three minutes by just talking.” It was about as long as I estimated I could last.
I watched a shiver run through her, pebbling her skin and her nipples, and she slipped a finger down to rub her clit.
“You’ll be sore as hell in the morning,” I predicted. “But you’re gonna be a good girl and beg for my cock, because you want to feel it when your brother takes you to the shooting range.”
“Oh God,” she breathed.
“You’ll come back here when your day is over,” I went on, letting go of her leg. I needed to be closer; I wanted to hover over her. “And when you do, I’m gonna get down on my knees right there in the hallway, and I’ll lift your little dress and sniff your panties. If they don’t smell like my come and your juices, I’ll be very disappointed.”
I’d expected the wild lust I saw in her eyes as I covered her body with mine, but I hadn’t expected that I would be so turned on by the stuff I was saying. Now I couldn’t stop picturing it.
I kissed her teasingly, just ghosting my lips across hers. “I want to feel those soft lips around my cock too.”
That seemed to do the trick for her. She melted right before my eyes and locked her free arm around my neck. “I want to, Mister,” she whimpered. “I want to be a good girl and suck your cock. Will you teach me?”
Jesus fucking Christ.
I groaned and kissed her with everything I had. “I’ll teach you, baby.”
The pressure built up too quickly after those words, maybe for her too, because I could tell she was getting close. More than that, I felt it around my cock. Every time she clamped down on me, I felt it.
“I’m gonna come.” I fucked her deep and hard, and I left a trail of openmouthed kisses down her neck, where I sucked on her flesh and screwed my eyes shut. “This tight little pussy is all mine now. I’m gonna fill it with my come.”
She sucked in a choked breath and went rigid as her orgasm took over.
It pushed me over the edge. Rocking deeper, I let go and started coming, and I had a single thought going on a loop throughout my climax. I’m coming inside Pipsqueak, I’m coming inside Pipsqueak. The sweet, precious firecracker who’d grown up with me as a pseudo brother. As someone to turn to. And now I’d taken her virginity.
And…I couldn’t fucking wait to fuck her again.
At some point, we also needed to discuss what goddamn romance novels or porn she’d gotten off to, because this eighteen-year-old girl was decadently indecent.
Twenty-Two
I got sucked into an alternate universe with Pipsqueak in the days that followed. I genuinely didn’t know what was happening to me. I could apply rhyme and reason when I was alone, and I could tell myself that enough was enough, and next time she came over, we had to sit down and talk. Then she showed up after spending a day with a family member, and all rational thought flew out the window.
A dam had burst within me, and it was fucking with my head. She was fucking with my head, just by coming over to my house and being herself.
Currently, I had my wits about me because I was in the marina with Grace, but given that Pipsqueak was having her spa day with Evelina today, I made no promises of how I’d act and feel tonight when Elise stopped by.
I knew what women did at spas.
“Uh-oh, they’re coming closer, love.” I mimicked Grace’s stunned expression as she stared at the two seagulls some ten feet away from our table.
We were right next to the marina, along the strip of restaurants and bars by the boardwalk. In fact, we were at the ice cream parlor, next door to the bar the Quinns and I liked to go to, which I hoped wouldn’t change. For the past couple weeks, there’d been a for-sale sign in the window of the bar.
“Yuh!” Grace squealed and clapped. “Ba-bam-bam-cuh, Dada!”
I grinned and held up her ice cream cone for her. “I think they want your ice cream.”
She licked her lips and dove headfirst into the vanilla soft serve, and my shoulders shook from laughter. She’d entered some phase where she didn’t even care about grabbing and touching with her hands anymore. She was all mouth.