Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 141634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 708(@200wpm)___ 567(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 708(@200wpm)___ 567(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
The door opens and I step inside, but no one is there. The place is nice, but I don’t take time to look around it as I glare up at the speakers in the ceiling where the holiday music is coming from.
“It’s Thanksgiving not Christmas,” I complain as I turn around to close the door behind me.
In the distance I hear a phone ring followed by footsteps. Somewhere behind me I hear a gasp and I turn around to explain to Brian’s sister who I am. I’m annoyed and irritated as my eyes scan the room to find what can’t possibly be Brian’s sister standing before me.
“Fuck,” I whisper as the goddess wet dreams are made of looks at me with her lips formed in a perfect O.
This is a woman, not some plain Jane shy little girl who doesn’t know anything about the world. The blonde bombshell staring at me like I’d fuck her bare on her brother’s couch is nobody sister. She’s hips and legs and soft curves of sex. She doesn’t have a family or friends or anyone else except me, because what I’m seeing right now is all fucking mine.
“Oh god,” she says as she quickly grabs the edges of her robe and pulls it closed. I can see the rosy red stain her cheeks as embarrassment clings to her like silk with static.
“Don’t,” I command, and the word is out of my mouth before I can stop it. I don’t want her to cover up what I was enjoying, and I’m not done getting my fill. “Open it,” I say as I point at her robe and wave it away.
Her fingers tremble with hesitation and the excitement running through my veins is unapparelled. I’ve never felt such a rush before in my life, and walking into this place and seeing a woman like her has made me insane. I would never ask a woman to do this for me, but one look at this beauty and all the blood my brain should be using is rushing straight to my cock.
For all I know she could be Brian’s girlfriend that he’s never mentioned before and this could ruin everything we’ve build. But a woman like this one is what makes kingdoms crumble. She looks like she belongs on the cover of a 1950s pinup magazine with a centerfold dedicated to her lush body.
“A-are you Jensen?” My name coming out of her mouth sounds like honey dripping between her thighs and I want to lick it up. I bet her pussy tastes as sweet as she looks.
“I said open it up.” My mouth is in charge right now because the only thought I have is seeing what I walked in on. It’s been seconds since she took away the hottest sight I’ve ever laid eyes on and I’m desperate for it already.
Her hands play with the edge of the silky robe, letting the material part just a bit. I watch in wonder and imagine what it feels like against her skin. For a moment I have a vision of rubbing baby oil over her tits and down her stomach. I want to slick her body up before I get on top of her and make a mess. I want her blonde hair wet with sweat while I dig my fingers into it and force my way between her legs. Every inch of her is sex and I want to take her rough. She has no right to look at me with those soft doe eyes while her lips pout like she wishes a cock was between then.
Suddenly the phone in my jacket blares to life and I have to blink a few times to realize I need to answer it. It’s the thing that snaps her out of her own daydream and she once again cinches her robe tight. She locks away her precious secrets behind the robe and I grip the phone so tightly I feel it creak in protest.
“Excuse me,” she mumbles, and before I can open my mouth to say a word she’s gone from the room.
I curse as I look down at my phone and see I’ve missed a call from Brian. I go to call him back, but his text comes through immediately.
Brian: Sage isn’t answering her phone. Are you there yet?
I’m irritated he’s checking up on her so quickly. I’m here, she has nothing to worry about. Or maybe now that I’m here she has everything to fear. I fire off a quick text to him so that he’ll shut up.
Me: Yeah, she’s here. All good.
I tuck my phone back in my pocket and roughly run my hand over my face. What the fuck am I doing? I’ve lost all sense of self at the sight of her. I might be a crotchety bastard, but I’m not an animal. At least I didn’t think so before I laid eyes on her.