Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23181 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23181 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Before I can guess her intentions, she turns and jumps into the swimming pool. Her blonde hair reaches up toward the surface, her limbs slipping through the water gracefully, making her look more ethereal than ever. I can still feel the shape of her pussy in my hand and with an urgent sound, I rub that palm against the distended fly of my pants, on the verge of coming just thinking about Shelby in my bed, her thighs spread for my enjoyment. God, I’m going to—”
Why hasn’t she come back up yet?
My heart misses a beat and begins to speed out of control. She’s been under the surface for how long? A good twenty seconds? Edging toward thirty? She mentioned a community pool where she lives but never said if she could swim. What if she usually only wades in the shallow end? My entire pool is ten feet deep.
“Shelby,” I shout, already stripping off my shirt. Shoes are kicked off and I’m diving into the water, fear icing my veins. Adrenaline propels me toward her. I don’t hesitate to wrap an arm around her middle and kick for the surface, already anticipating mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.
Why didn’t I ask her if she could swim? I did this, by trying to drive home how irredeemable I am. She had to jump into the fucking water just to get away from me.
We reach the edge of the pool and I place her carefully on the side, climbing out after her, kneeling down on the cold stone, dizzy with worry. “Dammit, Shelby.” With unsteady hands, I tilt her head back, getting ready to blow breath into her lungs. “I’m sorry. Don’t do this to me.”
She peeks one eye open and smiles, whispering so low I almost can’t hear her over the pounding of my pulse. “Uh oh.” Pool water rolls down her temples. “Caught you being a good man again.”
Shock sweeps me. Followed by relief like I’ve never known.
Then, there’s respect I reserve for a worthy adversary.
And lastly, it’s anger.
How dare she expose me like this? I don’t even know what she’s going to find if she peels back another layer and that absolutely cannot be allowed to happen. It’s time to push her away once and for all. I can’t risk another second of her expecting me to be good. To be the kind of man who saves people—or even gives a shit. When a man cares about someone, it’s only a matter of time before that person deserts him. Before the business of feelings blows up in his face.
“I’m not a good man. You want to find that out the hard way? Fine by me,” I say stiffly, standing up and reaching down to fist a large section of her blonde hair, pulling her, gasping, up onto her knees, then to her feet. Guiding her without gentleness toward a row of lounge chairs and pushing her down into a seated position at the end of one, refusing to acknowledge the voice in the back of my head, telling me to stop. That I will regret what I’m about to do. “Open your brat mouth for my cock,” I say hoarsely, unzipping my pants. “Mommy didn’t tell you about sex? You’re about to get an education.”
Despite my harsh orders, I’m surprised to find her watching me pull down my zipper with eager eyes, her tongue gliding along her bottom lip to wet it quickly. Is she…excited? What is it going to take to make this girl despise me? I brought her here, confident I could seduce her with my wealth, spend the night fucking her and part ways in the morning without getting tangled up. Why won’t she cooperate?
I take out my dick, raking it side to side over her lush mouth, then push the stiff flesh between her lips, not giving her a chance to brace herself or breathe. My groan echoes off the walls of the pool room, my fingers burrowing into her wet hair. The picture she makes, innocent eyes on me, mouth stretching around my shaft, almost undoes me completely. So much so that I have to concentrate on not filling her mouth with spend before I’ve gotten more than halfway in.
“This would have been a hard conversation to have with Mommy, huh?” I hold her head steady and sink deeper, my balls already beginning to tingle. “This is what men think about when they look at you. The postman, your grandfatherly neighbor. They smile and make small talk with you, but they all just want it sucked.”
Unbelievably, I watch her hands travel up her bare thighs, toward the drenched thong that is now second skin on her pussy, leaving zero to the imagination. Her fingertips brush back and forth on her inner thighs, her mouth beginning to take me in earnest, her lips testing me, sliding up and down, a feminine moan building in her throat.