Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
But somehow, I know she won’t.
She’s too concerned for Bridget right now.
The last thing on her mind is a nearly seven-foot firefighter with his raging hard-on hanging out, hiding in her daughter’s bedroom.
“Mom?” Bridget rasps, desperate to keep her Mom’s eyes on her instead of anywhere else right now.
“I forgot my bag, so I came home… But what are we gonna do, Bridget? You’re burning up! I’ll have to call in sick. I’ll have to stay home and look after you,” she decides aloud.
My brow creases as I feel my head shaking.
“I’m fine Mom,” Bridget croaks. “I just need some sleep, really,” she assures her Mom, creasing her mouth and telling her how sorry she is for acting out earlier on.
Probably explains the commotion I heard before she called.
Her Mom clicks her tongue and sighs bitterly.
She looks around the room, but by some sheer luck, she never turns her head far enough to catch sight of me, even when I notice my reflection showing in Bridget’s dresser mirror just inches from her Mom’s face.
“Well, I guess it was a shock what happened yesterday. But you call me the second you start to feel worse, okay?” her Mom says, glancing at her watch and clicking her tongue again.
“Honey, I really gotta go. But only if you’re sure?”
“I’ll be fine, Mom,” Bridget says feebly but firmly enough to sound convincing.
“Okay…but call me if you need anything. And don’t call your Dad. He’s got enough to worry about without a sick girl on his mind. Yesterday nearly gave him a heart attack.”
I only dare swallow once I hear the front door closing and her Mom’s car starting again.
Bridget stays frozen to the spot until we both sense it’s all clear.
“Jesus,” I murmur, stepping out from behind the door, running a dry tongue around the inside of my mouth.
Savoring my new favorite taste: essence of Bridget.
“That was close.”
Bridget’s face is pale now, and she’s trembling all over.
What I thought was a little amusing at first has obviously had a deeper impact on her.
How tight a leash do they keep on you, Bridget?
I don’t like seeing her like this, and I don’t like the idea of her Mom or anybody else interrupting us again even less.
Ignoring my stone-hard dick pressing into my abs, I sit on the edge of her bed.
I know she’s rattled because her wide eyes are focused on mine, not my erection.
Talk about killing a moment. Thanks, Mom.
“You should go,” Bridget says hurriedly as if her Mom’s gonna burst back in at any moment.
I feel my brow knot again, and my jaw tightens.
“You really mean that?” I whisper.
Still unable to keep my hands off her, I trace a finger from her cheek letting my hand find its way to her chest under her covers. Cupping one of her ample-sized breasts as my thumb grinds into a stiff, bullet-sized nipple as her breath catches.
“No,” she murmurs and finally giggles when my hand moves down over her soft stomach, back to her creamy little pussy where it belongs, she shivers with a look I can feel easier about.
“That’s better,” I say in a firm tone. “Now. Where were we?” I ask, peeling back the bedclothes.
My swollen cock feels numb. Craving her insides like nothing else on earth.
But Bridget recovers herself enough to let me know she means what she said.
“I mean…we should go. Away from here,” she manages to tell me between shivers of short breaths.
I think I catch her meaning but wonder just how either of us is gonna get ten feet before we need to finish what we’ve just started.
“You’ll come for me?” I ask her, reasoning that if we can get some real privacy, then at least I know I’ll have her all to myself.
Her head nods so hard it looks like her head will fall off, and one of her little hands finds the swollen, smooth helm of my cock. Giving it a not so gentle squeeze that makes my breath catch before I growl.
“Goooood,” I groan, letting her explore me a little with her eyes and both hands as I stroke the hair back from her face.
Hooking it over her ears.
“It’s just so…big,” she concludes loudly after giving me a thorough examination that I’m sure will end in me painting her with my seed if she keeps going like this.
“It’s all yours,” I remind her, lifting her chin so she’s facing me. “And I’m gonna fill you with it until you come a river, deal?” I ask, figuring she’ll be eager to reply yes.
But she hesitates.
“What is it?” I ask, concerned by her look of worry and doubt.
She sits up, taking both her hands back but not minding her nakedness.
My hand gravitates to hers because I know she has something to say.
Something important.
“Ash… I’ve never…I mean…,” she stammers.
“You’ve never what?” I ask her softly, telling her she can tell me anything.