Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
She nods solemnly, only hesitating slightly before doing what she’s told. I savor the sight of her standing above me, her bike shorts molded to her eighteen-year-old pussy. And a second later, that hot little pocket of flesh is pressed to my cock, her thighs on either side of me. Fuck. Fuck, she’s so warm and firm. Her lips pop open when she realizes I’m hard and I wait. I wait without breathing to see if she’ll scream for her father or climb off—and I’m shocked when she doesn’t. When she plants her palms on my chest and whispers, “What now, Murph?”
A groan tries to break free of my mouth, but I cage it in time. Is this really happening? “All right, kid,” I say hoarsely. “If you’re ever in my position and someone is attacking you from above, your first move is to lift your lower body. Like this.”
I thrust my hips upward and she rises with a squeak, her tits jiggling around in her sports bra. Her hands fly to my shoulders for balance, bringing her forward, her face stopping inches in front of mine. “M-Murph,” she whimpers, wiggling on my elevated lap. “What d-do I do?”
“Now you trap my arm…” I move her arm into the correct position. “And roll your hip toward the trapped arm side. Try to reverse our positions.”
Jesus, this is it.
I’m going to be on top of her.
I can hear her father banging around in the kitchen and I hate myself for this, but I’m too hard up, too fucking obsessed with Angelica to stop this now.
With a grunt, I flip the world’s most perfect girl onto her back and ram my hips into the cradle of her thighs—and I don’t mean to, didn’t plan it, but I come.
I come so hard, my body becomes an earthquake, an eruption of hot, sticky need tearing out of my balls, up the stalk of my dick, pelting the zipper of my jeans. Soaking denim to skin. I swallow a shout, my neck tendons straining. My body moves on autopilot, hips slamming hard, grinding up against Angelica’s pussy, my eyes devouring the beautiful surprise on her face. The O formed by her bee-stung lips, the gasp of disbelief.
God help me, that only serves to heighten my pleasure.
My shame. Her wide-eyed shock.
I’m a big, ugly beast and I’ve given in. I can’t take the way this beauty teases me, even if she doesn’t mean it. I can’t help this. She’s so soft.
“I couldn’t hold it any more. Fuuuuuck. Beating off only helps until I think of you again, then I’m back to being so goddamn hard. All the fucking time. Because of you.” I give in a little more. I flatten her sexy dancer’s body to the carpet and hump her through our clothes, seed frothing from the head of my cock. But I’m careful to keep a forearm balanced on the ground so I don’t crush her. “Is this what you wanted? You thought I could wrestle you without coming? Proves how innocent you are, Angelica.” I grind down hard. “Proves this is a tight little virgin cunt, just like I thought.”
Footsteps come toward us from the kitchen.
Reality comes crashing back in and I roll myself off of Angelica, who lays there motionless, her chest heaving up and down.
Jesus, the way she’s looking at me. Like she doesn’t know me at all. It wounds me. Makes me want to howl with agony. I’m a sick man, using my best friend’s angelic daughter to get off. I’ve burned her trust. I never deserved it in the first place. And I’ve got to get out of here.
I stand up and turn on a heel as soon as Joe enters the room. “How did the wrestling lesson go?”
I’m surprised as hell when Angelica sits up and fixes her askew ponytail. “Oh, um…good.” She flashes me a look I can’t interpret. “G-good.”
“I have an emergency call,” I say gruffly, swallowing the dryness in my throat. “I have to go. I’m sorry.”
Pushing through the front door of the house and out into the summer night, I ignore Joe’s calls of my name and keep walking. I should stay out of their lives, never see either of them again—that’s what would be best for these people who were unlucky enough to invite me into their lives.
I’m obviously not a trustworthy friend to Joe and I’m an even worse protector of Angelica. I can’t even protect her from my lust.
But I know that’s never going to happen. Staying away from her completely has proven impossible, and after what just happened, I can already feel my obsession turning into something deeper, uncontrollable. With one last look at her through the window, I make a vow to protect her better. For the rest of my life. And I climb into the cab of my truck, burning rubber out of their picturesque neighborhood, cursing my lack of willpower on the way back to my solitude.