Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
“Well, the virgin thing for one. And, while you were buried in books with people who saw and treated you like a child, sheltering you from things normal teenagers do, your real peers, the people you should have been around, were out partying, having fun, and having sex. I think maybe you’re getting all the stuff you missed out on out of your system. Although, you are taking the wild crazy stage to a whole new level. Doing crazy-ass shit like selling weed, handling guns you know nothing about, taking risks no one should be taking.”
“So, you think I'm a kid too?” she sighs.
“No, I don't. I think your cute and sexy as hell, but I think you do stupid shit ’cause there is no one around to stop you. You were so smart growing up, no one ever thought or maybe cared to teach you boundaries. You were and still are a very spoiled brat,” I explain.
“I just do what I want,” she snaps stubbornly.
“Like buying beer or giving someone money to buy you beer when you’re not twenty-one?” I point to the beer bottles on the table.
“Oh, I didn't buy or have anyone buy that, I stole it,” she replies in a serious voice.
“What?” I shout, sitting up, leaning over to look her in the face.
She bursts out laughing then continues, “I'm kidding, I didn't steal it. I just pass the guys at the liquor store a couple of joints and they don't card me.” She’s still laughing.
“Ah, you have learned to manipulate the world to your needs and wants,” I scold, but I’m impressed. “You are a very scary girl...what is your real name?” I ask.
“C,” she replies.
“Yeah. Billy told me that, but what does C stand for?”
“I hate my name, so it's just C.” Her brows raise.
“Well, I'm not calling you a letter of the alphabet,” I argue.
“Suit yourself...I guess you can stick with calling me Miss Field.” She shrugs.
“No, that's too long to scream out when I'm fucking you,” I say, tapping my finger on my lips. She freezes in my arms. Chuckling, I whisper in her ear, “See, I have a sense of humor too.” She visibly tenses and I continue, “Hmmm, you do make the sexiest sound when your turned on...you purr...like a kitten.” Leaning down to her ear, I whisper, “That is what I will call you...Kitten.
“Isn't that a name for a stripper?” she questions.
“No,” I answer, smiling. “Bambi or Cinnamon, those are stripper names.” Pressing my lips against the back of her head, I softly say, “You are a kitten. Innocent, sweet, soft, and very mischievous.”
“Well, I guess it's better than Miss Field,” she mutters. Getting up she leans over, bending to the floor.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
She points at the floor and says, “Getting my tank top?
Shaking my head, I answer, “No.”
“Why?” she replies confused.
“Because I like looking at your beautiful tits,” I answer, kissing the back of her head again. She swallows hard but I can't tell if it's because she is nervous or turned on. “Don't worry I'm not going to touch you anymore tonight and not because I don't want to, but because if I did, I would not be able to stop myself from fucking you.”
“What if I want you to?” she whispers.
“You don't, Kitten, not right now, and not after what just happened.” What the fuck is wrong with me? I should just flip her over and shove my cock in her virgin pussy and fuck her so hard she bleeds for a week. Reaching down, I grab the hem of my T-shirt. Pulling it off, I throw it to the floor with hers. “Lie down with me, Kitten,” I order. She gets up, allowing me to stretch out, she crawls on top of me with her head and tits on my chest and her legs at my side. We lie there in silence as I lightly stroke my fingers up and down the soft skin of her back. I’ve never been this… intimate with anyone. Her innocence unravels something inside of me I can’t explain. Inhaling her sweet scent, enjoying the warm feeling of her skin touching mine for what seems like an hour, I feel something warm and wet on my chest. Looking down to investigate, I see she has fallen asleep and is drooling.
“Good Lord,” I mutter to myself, shaking my head, chuckling. If any of the club bitches did this, they would be woken up by being thrown on the floor, but with her it makes me smile. There’s something real about her. How can a girl be so cute and sexy at the same time? Curled up next to me, her long silky hair is covering part of her face, her legs are wrapped around mine, and her perfect tits are soft and warm pushing into my chest. Reaching over, I brush the hair out of her face and I can't help but run my fingers along the visible part of her breast, causing my dick to instantly harden for the millionth time tonight. I can't take this torture anymore. Being careful not to wake her, I slowly ease my way out from under her. She squirms a little as she repositions herself on her side but does not wake. Grabbing my T-shirt off the floor, I quickly slide it on. Looking around for a blanket, I spot a box marked bedding. Going over to it, I remove a quilt, taking it back over to her, I cover her and then gently kiss her head, inhaling her scent one more time.