Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
I snort out a laugh. “Kind of normal with men.”
She slides her leg up over mine. “I just shaved mine. Feel how smooth.”
Don’t do it.
All too eagerly, I place my hand on her warm thigh. Then, I feel her silky flesh, moving my palm up and down from her knee all the way up to the hem of her super short sleep shorts.
“Very smooth,” I rasp out.
I wonder what else she shaved…
“We’re supposed to be friends,” I grit out. “Not whatever this is.”
She sits up and then boldly straddles my lap. I do nothing to stop her. In fact, my hands automatically go to her hips. My thumbs slip beneath the hem of her tank top and I stroke her stomach. She clasps her fingers behind my neck and toys with the hair on the back of my head. Our eyes are locked in an intense battle.
I make the mistake of looking at her lips and then her delicate throat. The tank top she’s wearing is low cut and thin. Her nipples poke out of the fabric, and I’m reminded of a certain picture with her fingers hiding them. My cock thickens and jolts with need. A slow, teasing grin pulls her lips up.
“Whatever this is,” she parrots, voice a low whisper. “We may not have a name for it, but it’s mutual.”
There’s no denying that.
I’m hard as fuck now and I’m aching to kiss her.
“Everyone calls me a whore.” Her bottom lip juts out. “I know it must seem like it.”
I slide my hands to her ass and squeeze her cheeks. “I know you’re not a whore. You’re my good girl.”
She grins beautifully at me. “I really am. Despite the rumors, I haven’t had sex before. I’ve never even seen a dick in the flesh, much less touched one. The only pleasure I’ve known is from my own fingers.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“We need to keep it that way,” I rasp out, inching my face closer to her neck so I can inhale her grapefruit scent. “I like knowing you’re so innocent.”
“But I’m not,” she breathes, slowly grinding her pussy against my cock. “I want bad things. Things that could blow up for both of us.”
God, I want them too.
I kiss her neck. So soft and sweet. Then, I open my mouth to have a forbidden taste. She whimpers when I suckle the perfect flesh there.
“Are we going to have sex?”
“No,” I lie, nipping at her skin. “Never. If anyone were to find out, they’d destroy us both.”
“That’s stupid,” she gripes. “I really want you like that, Theo. So bad.”
Since both of our shorts are so thin, I can feel the lines of her pussy lips. My cock fits between them perfectly. Each time she grinds on me, the head of my cock rubs against her clit and she shudders.
“I know, beautiful, but we can’t.”
“What can we do then?”
“Just this,” I choke out. “We haven’t done anything too bad yet.”
My student is dry fucking me in my truck. I’m delusional.
“Can I kiss you?” she murmurs, leaning back until she’s resting on the steering wheel. Her eyes are flashing with heat and her tits jut out, the material a thin nuisance between us.
“You know we can’t.”
She lifts her tank and pulls them up over the tops of her breasts. Holy fuck, she’s hot. “So, you can look, but you can’t touch?”
I’m gripping her ass so tight now, physically moving her along my cock. “Right. Just look.”
She leans closer. “You’re old so you can’t see that far away.”
I give her ass a playful swat. “Bad girl.”
We breathe heavily, desperately holding onto control by a thread. Then, she cries out, her orgasm finally hitting like an F-5 tornado. I watch in awe as her pretty face contorts into one of pleasure, her whole body shaking. Then, my cock releases like I’m a teenager again, filling my boxers with cum I’d rather paint her pretty mouth with. When we both come down, she falls forward, her bare breasts against me. I hug her and nuzzle my nose against her neck.
“How are you so fucking perfect?” I complain, sniffing her sweet scent.
“I’m not.”
“To me you are.” I kiss her neck softly. “But now we’ve made a mess, beautiful. I need to get home and do something about it.”
She pulls back, perky tits still on display. I regretfully tug her tank down to hide them.
“But I wanted to talk to you,” she says with a pout.
I reach up and stroke her cheek with my thumb. “We’ll talk. We can do that on our phones.”
Then, before I can stop her, she leans forward and presses a sweet kiss to my lips. I’m about to eat her alive but she abruptly pulls away and slides back over to the passenger side door.
“Bye, Theo.”
“Sweet dreams, Addison.”
Good Girl: Look at them. They’re growing!