Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
I keep watching the cameras, my rifle resting up against the wall, the safety on. But I’m ready if I need to use it. Mr. Red and his hired men would be fools to attack us here, but they’d also be fools if they waged an all-out war on a residential street.
They did that with the flashbang bomb, the cops.
Movement.
My gaze moves to the screen.
My body tenses as a war drum beats over and over in my mind, preparing me for more fighting. But then my vision focuses, and I realize it’s Freya walking out of her bedroom.
She’s still wearing the lacy black top and jeans from earlier, but they look like they need to be removed now. They look like she needs me to charge down there and tear at her shirt's thin material, revealing her perfect nakedness.
Stroking a hand through her hair – making me wish I was the one doing it – she walks toward the basement staircase.
I watch her movements with my manhood getting stiffer, my balls fuller, my head rushing with all the carnal things I want and need to do to this woman.
She shifts her hips a little as she walks, side to side, in a natural way.
My hands twitch as I think about walking up behind her, grabbing her hips, and sinking my hands in. She’s got a body I want to lose myself in, luxuriate in massaging every curvy inch, spend a long time on her big round juicy-as-fuck ass.
My cock’s even harder, my breath coming quicker as I track her on the camera. She walks through the safe house, finding her way to the kitchen.
The security room – where I am – is only down the hall.
She’s right there.
I need to keep watch. With only me here until Kenny arrives – if he drives fast, he should be here by sunset tomorrow – it’s my job to stay vigilant, despite the sleeplessness, despite the temptation.
She opens the fridge and takes out a carton of juice.
When she drops it, I hear her curse from here, but it is quiet. After finding the kitchen towel, she starts cleaning it up…
She’s bending over in her tight-fitting jeans. Her ass is sticking out, shifting captivatingly as she wipes the floor. Her ass pushes out as though she’s offering up her sweet young pussy, soaked, dripping, and as I stare, I know it’s impossible.
Resisting her is always going to fail.
How can I? How can I even try?
I’m on my feet, pushing the door open and striding from the room.
She’s at the bin, dropping the paper towel inside.
Turning quickly, she stares at me, then laughs softly. “Sorry. I guess I’m feeling a little jumpy.”
“That’s understandable,” I say, walking toward her. “You couldn’t sleep?”
“Only a little. It’s difficult…after everything.”
It’s like she’s a magnet, inexorably pulling me closer and closer. I struggle to think clearly, remember her mom and her friend are just downstairs, and recall the importance of keeping watch.
All that matters is getting closer to my woman, letting her scent envelop me, triggering the impulses that made me save her…hours ago, not even twelve.
It feels like my entire worldview has been completely reshaped, and yet it’s only been hours.
She stares up at me when I stop inches from her, close enough to kiss.
“What were you going to say before?” she says softly, the quiver in her voice making me think of how she’ll sound when she’s trembling for me, reaching an orgasmic crescendo. “In the car, when you were talking about passion.”
I think back to when her mom and Julie were asleep.
Reaching down, I softly glide my hand over her cheek, cradling her face and staring into her eyes. I hope she can feel it all, the hunger, the desire to be with her always.
“It’s the truth,” I tell her. “When I look at you, Freya, I feel something new. I feel something I thought I was incapable of. I feel….”
I lean down, kissing her hard. She immediately returns the kiss.
Maybe I’d be able to stop if she told me to slow down, if she said we can’t risk it, not with her mom downstairs.
Or she could tell me I’m too old. Or she’s too young.
But she doesn’t. She kisses me with the same passion, making my helm leak with hot precome, my shaft getting even more solid as I drive my hips forward and let her feel my hardness.
“Wait.”
She places her hand on my chest, staring at me with red lips.
I lean back, doing my best not to kiss her again, though it takes more effort than I can understand.
It’s like I’m a starving man, and she’s a banquet, daring me to feast on her thick thighs, to kiss and bite higher and higher, closer to her sex.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t want you to have any crazy expectations,” she murmurs. “About where this is going, I mean…about what I can do for you.”