Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 33586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
“We need to talk.” I led her to the back of the house, where we were sure to have some privacy for a minute at least. I didn’t need anyone else overhearing this particular conversation, not yet anyway. She followed me aimlessly, no sense of self-preservation whatsoever. It’s odd, but I thought for sure she would sense the danger. Didn’t most prey know when a predatory animal was near? Wasn’t there some kind of sixth sense that alerted them to the imminent danger?
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Now that I was here I wasn’t quite sure where to start. Maybe I had lost my mind after all, maybe this was all in my head, but if it was, then I was in some serious shit. One way or the other we were going to get to the bottom of whatever it was that was going on here though, I couldn’t go on much longer with things the way they were.
I’ve known Melanie for eight years. She used to be pigtails and braces, shy and passably cute. Now she was my worst fucking nightmare. The pigtails were gone and so were the braces. Instead she was a walking wet dream, with long, thick, red-blonde hair, that gave me visions of it trailing all over my chest while I fucked up into her, and an ass that defied gravity. I wasn’t touching her tits in this assessment, a man can only take so much and I had reached my breaking point. I’m a tit man all day, everyday, and what this one was working with was about to get her fucked six ways from Sunday and then some. Damn!
“What’s going on Nicki?” Those big beautiful baby blues stared up at me all innocent like, and the pouty lips didn’t hurt. The fuck is she doing? “What’re you doing Mel?” No point in beating around the bush, we were both adults here, though I had her by a good six years. In this game though we were all equals…for now.
“I don’t think I understand big brother.” Fuck!
“See, that right there, what the fuck is that look?” I pointed a finger at her little mischievous ass. She had her tongue caught between her teeth and was now twirling a lock of hair between her fingers as she looked up at me. Now who the fuck does that shit unless they want to drive some dick out of his fucking mind?
She bit her lip and batted those lashes at me and I all but whimpered. “What look, you don’t like my face?” Oh now she was playing with me. What the fuck happened to her at that University anyway? She left here a little less than a year ago, an innocent little thing who barely looked at my nose when we spoke. Now she’s this bold, brazen beauty with a body from hell. And fuck me if she hasn’t decided to torment my ass with her shit.
“Mel…you’re playing with fire, now I don’t know what the hell has gotten into you, or what exactly you’re up to, but you gotta stop.” I can’t believe I’m saying this shit but I have to give her one last shot. If I fuck her now there will be no turning back for either of us. I’m so fucked that I know down to the last play in this little game. I’ve been going over and over it in some variation or another for the last couple of weeks. Things had got so bad at one point that I’d been tempted to head up to her school and set shit straight once and for all, but in the end had thought better of it.
I know I can’t just take her, have my fill and then leave like, I would any other female I took a fancy to. I spent the last few nights going over and over that shit in my head too. It was the only thing that gave me pause. At twenty-five I wasn’t exactly looking for hearth and home and she was barely nineteen her self with her whole life ahead of her. Too bad for her, if I was reading the situation right, there was only one way for this shit to end and I’m afraid she would end up losing a lot more than she bargained for. I know for a fact that if she lets me in that pussy, she’s never setting foot back on campus again for one. And if this new crazy shit I had going on persisted, she was going to be on lockdown for a good long while fucking around with me.
She moved across the room and my eyes were glued to her ass as had become the norm in the last few days. Where the fuck was the little girl who had hero-worshipped me when I was seventeen and she eleven? That girl didn’t make me sweat, or fill my head with inappropriate thoughts at the worst fucking possible times, like when I was in the middle of a family gathering.