Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
It’s a picture of Dolly from last week. She’s standing outside of Mick’s diner, laughing, her dimples on full display. Her head is thrown back, that red, curly mane all over the place. She’s got on a soft purple dress that hugs her in all the right places, and her brown cowboy boots that look scuffed and worn. All they tell me is Dolly is willing to get her hands dirty.
I want those hands on me. Fuck, it feels like I’ve wanted those hands on me my whole life, even before she entered it and started consuming my every thought.
Before I know it, I have my dick in my hand, pumping away. Pre-cum is already leaking out of tip as I think about having her pinned under me. God, I should get a medal for pulling back. Letting her go was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. It was a sight I’ve been dreaming of for years, and it was like it was finally coming true—her red hair sprawled out all around her and her curvy little body trapped under me. That little catch of her breath had almost sent me over the edge.
I’m about to cum all over myself. I grip my dick harder, the strokes almost painful as a punishment for wanting something I shouldn’t.
Daddy.
The one small word flutters through my mind, and I can’t hold back my cum anymore. White-hot pleasure licks up my spine and out of my cock as cum pours from me. I moan out her name, my head falling back on the headrest as I try to catch my breath. Pleasure pulses through my body like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I can still smell her in my truck. I try to breathe it all in like she’s still here with me.
I don’t know how long I sit there in her driveway, one hand gripping my cock as the cum I spilled all over myself dries. Finally opening my eyes, I look down at my other hand and see the phone with her picture still showing. My cock comes back to life at the vision, and I groan.
I just had the hardest orgasm of my life and the mere thought of Dolly has my dick ready for another round. I could do this all night and we’d never be satisfied. I’d be rubbed raw before he ever got tired of her.
What am I going to do? I toss the phone onto the dash and fix myself before starting up the truck again and heading down the rest of the drive. When I get to the end, I just sit there, unwilling to leave. I grip the steering wheel so hard my hands start to ache.
With all the self-control I can muster, I make myself pull from her driveway, heading back towards the farm instead of the hotel I’d planned on staying at. It’s closer to my little lamb and my control is splintering.
She’s too young for you, I tell myself over and over. It doesn’t matter how much she wants you. This is better for her. I should let her go, but even thinking that is like a sucker punch to my gut.
Her final words don’t help, either. That she’d always want me, but she wouldn't wait. If I know one thing about Dolly, she means what she says. I think it would kill me to see her on some other man’s arm. But isn't that what I wanted? For her to move on from me? Forget this schoolgirl crush and find a man more suited to her?
When I finally pull up to my house, I get out of my truck and look at the building. It looks nothing like a real home. Not like Dolly’s, where flowers wrap around the whole house. Where chairs sit on the front porch and cute little ornaments welcome you in. It’s clear that someone loves it.
Mine has nothing. It doesn’t look anything close to lived-in. It’s just a simple log cabin. Maybe it’s because I never really knew what a home looked like, so I didn’t put much into it. I went from a rundown home I lived in with my father, to a bunkhouse with a bunch of other men. Then finally to this place.
I’d never thought much about it before tonight. Until I stood on Dolly’s porch and saw her things. It was a place made for a family. One she’d probably raise hers in.
“Fuck!” I bellow, before I drive my fist into my front door. Pain shoots through my hand, and it’s a nice distraction from thinking about my little lamb having a family with another man. Growing his baby in her belly.
I have to stop thinking about her with someone else, because that’s not something I can bear to see. Maybe it’s time to move on. Get the hell out of this town and as far away as possible from all this pain that’s creeping up on me.