Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Then, the older woman took her by the arm, half dragging her into some sort of makeshift shower area, shoving her in. She came out soaking wet, wearing just a thick sort of nightdress, and the woman then handed her off to one of the younger women that took her from me earlier and they disappeared into a tent.
I could see their silhouettes as they sat with a low light inside casting shadows. Every once in a while, Kezia would put her head in her hands while the other threw hers into the air as she talked.
Soon after, the light inside went out.
I hated leaving, but I had to take care of some work since I’d had my other deputies cover everything for the day while I was gone and dispatch called me a few times for some minor but important incidents around town.
As well, Rosy and Eleanor were at the house and I’d been gone longer than usual and it was too late at night to ask mom or dad to head over and check on them and feed them. Tension coiled inside me as I drove away, knowing I’d be back as soon as I could.
Now, I’m showered and dressed in civilian clothes. I managed two hours of tortured sleep while fighting the urge to jerk my cock raw, the taste of her still lingering on my tongue. There was no fucking way I was waiting for daybreak to come back. This girl has cast a spell on me and maybe I’m losing it, but my urge to consume her is overpowering.
It’s not just the way I want to sink into her virgin cunt and claim her forever, it’s more. There’s a throb inside of me. I want to make sure she has everything in life and more. A protector, a guide, a lover, a confidant, a friend…everything. Like a father to a daughter, as well as a husband to a wife and a stalker to his prey.
I want it all with this wisp of a girl that’s already stolen my heart.
I’m watching again from the rear of their camp with night vision binoculars The tent where she disappeared last I saw her is still dark, and I can’t shake the feeling that something’s wrong. Not having her next to me or in my sight is going to push me to insanity, so I throw open the door of my truck and start walking toward the tent.
I pause as I approach, hearing low voices from other tents. The fire at the center of the camp is glowing orange embers, and it reminds me of the white-hot desire Kezia has lit inside of me. My balls still have that heavy feeling like they are weighted down with a lifetime of cum just for her. I can’t stop my cock from leaking at the thought of imprinting her with my seed.
I wonder if I should have taken her by the lake. Not waited but marked her right there and claimed her as my own.
She is innocent, but the way she took her pleasure as her slick pussy spread itself on my thigh has me feeling drugged. I want that pussy dripping with me, morning, noon and night, and that’s something I’ve never thought of before. The anguish I feel without her surprises me but the image of her sweet face as her first orgasm flowed through her will be burned into my memory forever. My finest hour.
I’m gone for this girl.
And as unrealistic as it is, I don’t care. I decide I’m all in and I’m following my gut, which rarely steers me wrong.
I take slow, measured steps toward the tent, and bend down, listening but there’s no sound from inside. I ease around the front, the zipper is open and I don’t want to scare the shit out of her or the other girl she was with, so I crouch down, my eyes adjusting to the low light, but my heart sinks when I see the tent is empty.
Fuck. Something’s wrong.
Not knowing where she is, is one thing, but my inner bullshit meter is off the charts when it comes to her father. I should have never left her here.
That’s on me, and if something’s happened to her, I’ll never forgive myself.
Just as my heart is about to crack my ribs, I hear a little yelp from over my left shoulder. It’s a female’s voice, a young woman, and I reach down and grip the handle of my pistol, partly on instinct and partly because if anyone has laid a hand on her, they’re getting some lead in their head.
There’s low voices and I follow them toward a larger, tall canvas tent with a low light inside.
I step to the back where it’s darker and my shadow won’t cast against the fabric, and peer through an open slit where a roll-down window covering doesn’t quite square up.