Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Nobody else can compare.
I shouldn’t do this. I repeat it to myself as I take the stairs up to my room. I’m too amped-up to ride the elevator.
Pushing my door open, I tell myself to stop, that touching myself while thinking of Harper is as much a betrayal as touching her in the car.
I fight the urge until I’m in the shower, the hot water sluicing down my bulging body, every muscle taut as though getting ready to protect my woman.
My cock is hard.
I look down for the body wash, seeing my massive dick, huge and swollen. I imagine my woman on her back, those thick thighs spread, with my helm parting her horny lips. She’ll moan gently at first like she did in the car when I squeezed down, but the deeper I get, the more lust-filled her moans will become as her young sex takes more and more of me, as I watch my cock disappear into her.
With a groan, I grab my cock and close my eyes, sinking willfully, sinfully into the fantasy. She’s lying on a bed, wearing a shirt like earlier, only this time, she’s not wearing tights, and the skirt is hiked up around her hips. She spreads her legs and stares at me with that cute flickering in her expression.
“Don’t worry,” I imagine snarling as my hand pumps up and down my dick, every inch burning with the heat of the shower water and my need. “I’ll try to be gentle.”
The emphasis is on try as the hungry fantasy flashes, and suddenly she’s naked. I hate having to imagine what her big breasts look like braless, wishing I could bring them to mind with clarity.
I know what her beautiful face looks like. That’s what drives me, as the pumping in my hand becomes the wetness of her pussy. I can feel her lips wrapping tightly around me. I imagine Harper’s mouth open, moans escaping her, and her luxurious brown hair spread around her on the bed.
She shifts her childbearing hips, driving me closer to the end, knowing that when I explode in her, there’s every chance I’m going to get her pregnant.
“Fuck me harder,” I hear her moaning.
Really hear it as my helm starts to buzz, the most intense feeling, everything else disappearing as her excitable young pussy is squeezing around my dick.
I imagine her voice shuddering with nerves as she keeps going.
“Harder. Faster. Yes, yes…”
I groan as the seed rushes up my shaft, but it doesn’t explode right away. It presses against my helm with more and more pressure, getting ready to erupt, and then the fantasy flits again.
She’s on her knees, pushing her tits together, staring up.
No. This isn’t right. It belongs in her.
“Argh,” I roar as a hot stream of come explodes out of me, probably spattering the shower wall. It comes out so strong. I don’t open my eyes. I’m squirting all over her tits.
My woman reaches up, rubbing the come over her large breasts, making them glisten as wave after wave of hot come spatters her. At the end, she toys with her nipples, making them shine too.
Once it’s over, I collapse against the shower wall, panting with the release.
I am getting hard again already. It’s as if I have to correct the mistake. I have to fuck her deep, savagely, and possessively, firing every drop into her core.
I quickly wash myself, wondering if I can rub away the shame.
Even if Adam wouldn’t try to kill me, Harper is almost twenty years younger than me. The truth is, her age makes me want her more.
She’ll be able to give me more children, and something is intoxicating about the innocent way she whimpered in the car when I touched her, but I doubt she’d feel the same. That’s all I care about. Not what the world thinks. What she thinks.
But none of it matters. I can’t act on any of it.
After toweling off, I see I’ve got a text from Adam.
Hey, bro. Would you be able to hang around for a while? Maybe a couple of weeks? I know it’s a big ask, but I need help with some work stuff, and I trust you more than anyone.
I sit on the bed in my towel, my cock aching from what I just did, reading that last line over and over.
CHAPTER FIVE
Harper
When Tiffany gets home from her shift at the laundromat, I tell her what happened.
“I feel bad for sharing it now after the funeral. But it’s like… if I don’t say it, it never happened. And now I’m wondering if it happened at all.”
We sit in the living room, paperback books on the glass coffee table, the TV off. Tiffany decorated the place with artistic wall hangings and furniture covers, and it looks cool, like a college dorm, though I never wanted to go to college.