Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
His breath is coming faster now. “It might be legal, but it’s still wrong. I’m the closest thing you girls have got to a father. I’m not going behave like a bastard for the sake of satisfying this…lust.”
Keeping my body pressed tight to Joe’s, I drag myself around to the front of him, looking up at him through my eyelashes. “But what about satisfying mine?” I outline one of his tattoos with my index finger. “What if I give up and go away…and then someone else satisfies me?”
A muscle flicks in his cheek, his nostrils flaring.
I wait for a response, but he seems unable to unclench his jaw to form one.
“While you’re making up your mind…” I turn around so I’m facing away from Joe, slowly bending forward to pick up the still-running hose, knowing how little of my bottom is covered by the bikini, his guttural groan bringing a bloom of color to my cheeks. “I’ll just help wash your car.”
I never thought of myself as an exhibitionist, but hosing down Joe’s cruiser in a micro bikini while he stares at me is pure decadence. Now that I’ve felt Joe’s erection between my legs and confirmed he’s attracted to me, I have even more confidence in my ability to tempt him—and that’s what I set out to do. I soap down the cruiser, leaning across the hood to reach imaginary spots of dirt, feeling his rapt attention on my butt. I “accidentally” get myself nice and soapy, making it necessary to hose myself off which I do leaning against the vehicle while Joe watches, his interest clearly outlined in his uniform pants.
“I can’t reach the roof, Joe,” I call over my shoulder. “Come help me.”
He shakes his head adamantly and retreats a few steps toward the house. Before he can reach the door, however, he stops, cursing. His chest heaves up and down in the sunlight a handful of times, then he’s on his way back toward me. He comes closer, closer, spinning me around and shoving the front of my body up against the car, yanking my butt back into the curve of his lap.
“Dear God, you are the most beautiful thing on this earth,” he pants in my ear, tilting his hips to let me feel bulge in his work pants, making me squeal as I’m hefted up onto my toes and pressed more securely to the side of the wet car. “Might as well be buck naked.”
“You like my bathing suit?” I breathe, exhilarated by his up close and personal attention. Hearing the word beautiful in his sincere baritone. “I’ve never worn it before.”
“You ain’t ever wearing it again, either.”
“Why not?” I pout, even though I want to celebrate.
“It doesn’t even cover that hairless little cunt.” He humps me up against the car, his open mouth suctioning to the side of my neck, taking a long pull. The kind that leaves a mark. Yes. “Doesn’t cover much of that pretty asshole, either.”
Color me shocked that a conversation about my asshole is making me hot. Or hotter, I should say. I’m so wet, I can’t tell if the moisture on my inner thighs is natural or a product of the hose. “You…like looking at my asshole, Daddy?”
“Yes, goddamn you.”
“Is that how you want to fuck me?” I whisper, rubbing my backside against him in teasing circles.
“There’s no limit to the ways I want to fuck you, Bella. That’s the problem.”
I need to take his focus off the cons of taking me to bed, before he puts a stop to this incredible moment, the way he did last time. His hands roam over my hips, his teeth and tongue taking turns tasting my neck, his shaft throbbing between my buns. My body is primed for sex, my thighs quivering in anticipation of being filled up by this powerful man. Desperate to take the encounter further, I drop my head back onto his shoulder, allowing him to look down at my breasts, both of them on the verge of popping free of the tiny bathing suit triangles—and his big hands close around them without delay, massaging the mounds while his breath rasps in my ear.
“If you take me inside and come in my pussy,” I whisper, feeling his sex jerk, listening to him hold his breath. “I’ll let you put it in the other way afterward.”
I’m rammed up against the side of the car, his hips pumping. “Stop,” he begs, his panting mouth in my hair. “You’re breaking me.”
“I bet my mom never let you do that,” I purr, leaning back to accept his tongue in my mouth. For a split second, I think I’ve made a huge mistake, bringing up my mother, but there’s only the slightest, stunned hesitation before the pace of the kiss turns wild, animalistic, and the string of my bikini bottom is being ripped to the side, his shaking hands fumbling between us for his zipper.