Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Something close to a smile comes across her face. “A dog, huh?” she asks. “And where’s your owner?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask.
“Well, someone must own this place, right?”
“I do,” I reply as the milk begins to simmer. I go back to the cabinet and take out two brown, glazed mugs and fill them both.
“You own this place?” she asks, clearly surprised. I turn back and nod.
Christ, her body is gorgeous. I can feel myself stiffening up beneath my pants. I take the chocolate, quickly pound it with my rolling pin, and add it to the simmering milk. It’s melted in seconds.
“Wow, you make fancy chocolate milk,” she says, having come up beside me to watch.
“I guess I’m just a fancy guy. Although you wouldn’t guess it from looking around.” I hand her her mug of hot chocolate and motion to the table and chairs. “You can have a seat. Do you want some soup? I can warm some up for you.”
“Wow.” Penny nods, impressed. “What a gentleman. Yes, please.”
“Don’t go calling me that yet. We’ve only just met,” I warn her, taking several cans from the pantry. “Lentil or chicken noodle?”
“Lentil, please.”
I grab another pot, start another burner, open the can, and begin to warm the soup. After blowing on her hot chocolate for a little while, Penny takes her first sip, and her eyes light right up. My whole body goes warm just from watching her reaction.
“Good?” I ask.
She nods eagerly. “This might be the best hot chocolate I’ve ever had!”
“Don’t butter me up, all right?” I tease, stirring her soup.
“I’m not!” she promises. “This is really good!”
I can hear her behind me sipping more of her drink as I pour her soup into a bowl and find her a spoon. When I turn to bring her meal over to her at the table, I get an eyeful of her perfect tits, and feel my manhood swell between my thighs yet again.
What a woman. It’s taking all my strength to not just grab her, spread her legs open, and drag my tongue up that little bare pussy she’s got hiding down there.
How did I luck out with her just wandering onto my mountain? Maybe the stars will smile down on me and this storm will last for the next month and she’ll never be able to leave. I know she’s barely just arrived, but I don’t think I could ever bear to see her go.
I take a seat there across from her for a while, sipping my own hot chocolate, just watching her and how beautiful she is. It’s like being blessed by an angel just being in her presence. I haven’t felt this turned out for a woman in longer than I can remember. If only this gorgeous little city girl understood what she was doing to me right now.
“So you really own this cabin?” she asks, delicately slurping her lentil soup.
“Yep.” I nod.
She looks down, hesitantly, her eyes on the table. She takes a deep breath, then looks back up at me. “I hate to ask this, Tyson, but seeing as how this storm rolled in and it’s still pouring–”
“You can stay here tonight, city girl,” I tell her. I watch as the tension drains out of her.
“Wow, thank you, Tyson. That’s great–”
“But you’re gonna have to do something for me.”
She looks up at me with such innocence, and I feel my desire swelling up within me My eyes focus on those two perfect globes hanging from her chest, and my heart pounds harder and harder inside my chest.
“Oh? What’s that?” she asks.
I slide my chair right up in front of her and stare directly into her eyes. They’re beautiful. Dark brown and innocent. It’s like she’s untouched. Like no one has ever had her before.
“You’re going to have to put out for me, Penny.”
Her eyes expand, and a tiny gasp emits from her between her lips. “Put out? You mean like…put out–put out?”
I glance down at her perfect tits, then back up at her gorgeous face.
“You know exactly what I mean, city girl. I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you. Don’t act like you don’t know how gorgeous you are.”
“I–I don’t–”
“Do you own a mirror?” I ask. My question seems to stump her for a moment, so I repeat myself. “I said, do you own a mirror?”
“Yes, of course I own a mirror,” she replies.
“Then you must know how gorgeous you are. And how badly I want you.” I smile. “It seems like a fair trade to me. You have something I want. I have something you want.”
Penny frowns. Somehow this makes her even cuter. She has a little drop of hot chocolate on her lip which she randomly notices and licks off, causing me to harden even more.
“I’m not one of those kinds of girls, Tyson,” she responds defiantly.