Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 25457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
He was rambling on and on about something, but my mind had gone blank. Just what the fuck is this, is this whole family trying to drive me nuts?
My dick the fuck was thumping in my pants already, trying to break out the gate; Sunday to Thursday? He’s thinking about all the pussy he could eat.
I tried talking some sense into his dumb ass but he wasn’t hearing shit. I don’t know what all Sam said, but the last words out of his mouth convinced me that I was caught in some sort of cosmic farce.
“So I think it would be better if she stayed over here with you.”
What the fuck? My dick was doing some kind of stretches and flexes in preparation.
I opened my mouth to object, not because I wouldn’t love to fuck the pink off my little princess’ pussy for the next three or four days, but because I needed to square things with her dad first. This was all kinds of fucked up.
After he left I had a stern talking to with my dick. ‘Now listen you, we are not touching her until we take care of matters. No matter what she does we are not giving in.’ He turned his nose up at me and sniffed; perverted fuck.
I tried more than once to talk him down, but he was making his way down my thigh like he was trying to escape that way. An hour later she came bounding through the door with her overnight bag and loose tits.
Andre Bocelli could see she wasn’t wearing a bra and that fucker is blind. I swallowed hard and tried to stand my ground, looking at anything but her magnificent tits.
“Hi Greg, guess what?” Did she have to sound like a teenager? She pushed those things up to my face like they were on offer.
“Ah, Crystal, we can’t do anything until I talk to your dad.” Out came the pout.
“Talk to my dad about what?”
“About us, what we did this morning.” My cock was talking shit but I ignored him.
“I’m an adult I don’t need my daddy’s permission to do anything.”
“This is different and you know it, now while you’re here for the next few days I want you to...” she turned and walked away from me and headed towards the bedrooms.
I had the presence of mind to go after her and make sure she went to one of the guest rooms, but nope.
She flounced into my room. By the time I got there she was lying back on my bed and had her little skirt up around her waist with her fingers in her pussy. Fucking girl.
“Crystal...”
“Don’t you want me, wasn’t I good enough?” she gave me the big puppy dog eyes, but I wasn’t that weak.
“Fix yourself and get off my bed, you’ll take one of the guestrooms while you’re here and there will be no more of that.” I pointed to the finger- fucking buffet and turned to leave the room. There, my voice was precise and no nonsense I am a grown man dammit.
“Oh I get it, I’m just like all the others right. You just fucked me like a weekend slut and now you’re done with me.”
Oh damn. “Stop talking like that, you know that’s bullshit.” I looked back at her and her little face looked so sad.
“Baby we can’t sneak around behind your parents’ backs, that’s wrong, I don’t operate that way...”
“You don’t have to come up with any more excuses I get it, I’m just a silly little girl who thought you liked her more than you did.” She sat up and fixed her skirt with a tear running down her cheek.
“Princess that’s just not true.” I made the tactical error of sitting on the bed next to her.
“Look just let me talk to your dad first okay. I’m not going to ask him permission or anything like that.
It’s not like he’s gonna say no you can’t see my daughter and I’m gonna slink away. But I need to do this out in the open it’s the only decent thing to do.”
She sniffed and kept her head down. “Last year that Marcy girl was my age or just a year older, did you ask her dad?”
How the fuck did she know about that shit? Marcy was indeed nineteen but Marcy was no Chrissie.
Marcy knew her way around a dick and her dad could care less what she was doing on a Saturday night as long as it didn’t interfere with his drinking. Don’t judge me, I’m one of those try anything once types.
“Babe it wasn’t like that...” oh for fuck sake, whatever happened to virtuous young ladies who waited to be asked.
That bra burning shit just let loose a whole other breed of species and it’s poor saps like me who have to pay the price.
“I understand, she was better, you don’t have to say anything else, I get it. You had your fill and now you don’t want me anymore.”
She set her face up like she was about to cry and I cannot stand to see her cry, it fucks with my insides.
“Baby of course I want you, look.” Tactical error number two, I took her hand and put it on my straining cock. He was doing his calisthenics in preparation for things to come.
She squeezed my cock and I could’ve sworn I saw a sly grin on her face before she hid it. I didn’t stop her hand from stroking me through my jeans though; it felt too fucking good.
“Are your parents still here?”
“No they left.” She didn’t take her eyes off my crotch.
“Dammit, I should’ve talked to your dad when I had the chance.” The tab of my zipper was eased down and fresh air hit my dick. That’s all she wrote.
He bobbed into the air and saluted her with a little liquid offering on his tip. She licked her lips and went right to work.
My hand went to her head, I was going to pull her off, really I was, but I got distracted by her mouth.