Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 37778 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37778 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
She huffs as she moves around the room. It’s difficult not to peek at her. “Just because you tell me something doesn’t mean I have to listen. You’re not my dad, Travis.”
Before I can stop myself, I dart my gaze over to her. She’s now wearing a pair of jeans and a black bra.
A fucking bra.
And my stupid ass can’t look away from the swell of her tits and cleavage that’s so damn dangerously tempting.
She’s right. I’m not her dad.
I’m a hot-blooded male who likes what he sees.
Just like Owen Monahan?
A cold chill works its way down my spine. I’m not like that man. I’m not. Why is it so hard to control myself around her? I drag my head around to stare absently at the computer screen so I can’t see her perfect, young breasts.
“Cole kissed me last night. With tongue.”
This gets my attention, killing all ability to stay in control. “He what?”
When our eyes meet this time, mine are filled with fury. Hers have an antagonistic glint in them.
“We made out,” she says as though her words aren’t piercing my chest and making it hard to breathe. “He grabbed my ass, and I rubbed his cock—”
“Stop,” I snap. “Just fucking stop.”
I’m no longer sitting in my chair but standing in front of it, burning with rage, and something far more sinister. Jealousy. Envy. Desire.
“Don’t worry,” she murmurs as she approaches slowly. “He broke my heart after.”
My anger deflates when I notice the hurt shining in her eyes. Out of instinct, I step closer, needing to comfort her. It takes everything in me not to grip her face and kiss the fuck out of her to get a taste of what Cole has clearly sampled.
“You’re not like Owen. Neither is Cole. You guys are good guys,” she says firmly and steps backward. “You don’t want to touch, fine. But it won’t hurt to look, right?”
I’m stunned speechless when she unhooks her bra. Her delicious tits bounce out as the bra falls to the floor. The nipples I’d only been teased with through her T-shirts this week are on display, hard and fucking beautiful.
“Sit down, Travis.” She unbuttons her jeans, and I make a choked sound. “I need relief and since neither of you want to give it to me, I’ll have to take matters in my own hands.”
Holy fuck.
I stagger until I collapse into my chair, unable to speak or do anything but stare. She picks up a hairbrush and takes her time brushing out all the tangles. It’s maddening. I want her to shove her jeans down over her hips. Unbuttoning them and then doing nothing more was just cruel.
Focus, dickhead.
Be the adult around here.
Apparently, I can’t be convinced to do that because I lick my bottom lip with desperate need to see more. She flashes me a cute, flirty smile that makes my cock throb so bad it hurts.
She shimmies out of her jeans, baring so much flawless skin. Her pink panties are sheer, showing a small line of her pussy through the material. I’m not sure if she’s hairless on purpose or if she’s just made that way. Either way, it’s hot as fuck and I love it.
“I have this thing Addison gave me,” she says as she sits down on the bed. “It’s small and discreet. It feels good though.”
I track her movements as she pulls something out of her pillowcase. It’s a tiny, flesh-colored device that buzzes when she pushes a button. Then, she scoots back and leans against the wall as she parts her thighs to me.
Am I in a dream?
Is this fucking real right now?
All I know is I want to see what she does next. I’m desperate to hear her sounds of pleasure. I want it so damn badly I can’t see straight.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, a voice rages at me to do the right thing and bolt, but I’m a granite statue, my cock the hardest part.
She bites down on her bottom lip as she begins rubbing the end of the rubber vibrator along her slit. “It’s never enough,” she whispers. “I always feel like I need something inside of me. Since you and Cole don’t want me, maybe you can buy me something I can use.”
The girl, for being so damn young, is masterful in her filthy talk. I’m a man who loves to talk dirty. Phone sex is a huge turn on for me.
This, though?
This is the hottest damn thing I’ve ever experienced.
It’s because she’s forbidden, you dope. Off-limits. Untouchable.
Normally, I’m the one who likes to do the talking and will walk a woman through getting herself off. This morning, Savvy is in complete control. I’m at her wicked mercy.
“I haven’t had sex yet,” she says, eyes closing as a moan comes out. “Mmm. I want it, though.”