Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“We need to talk,” I rumble.
“I agree,” Chrissy breathes, a gentle smile lighting up her gorgeous face. How have I never noticed how beautiful she is? “That’s what I intended to do.”
“By dressing up like a sex doll and hiding inside a box?” I ask in a sarcastic voice. But there’s also a note of playfulness in my baritone, and she senses it.
“I guess,” she shrugs adorably. “I wanted you to continue wanting me, that’s all. Is that so bad?”
“Chrissy,” I growl, her name tasting like honey on my lips. “It’s one thing to pretend to be a sex doll, but it’s another to keep going with this charade -”
“So you did know it was me?” she interrupts, a note of hope in her voice. And I realize she’s desperate for it to be true: that I knew it was her and wanted to fuck her anyway. But I don’t reply because I can’t dignify that question with an answer. I simply raise one stern eyebrow at her as if to say: “Do you think I’m an idiot?” She giggles and lowers her eyes, blushing again.
“Of course you knew it was me,” she breathes, nervously playing with the frills on her teddy. “How could you not?”
This would be the perfect time to bring up her heaving breasts, the wet tightness of her pussy, not to mention the clench of her ass. No piece of plastic can possibly replicate the temptation of her beautiful body. But I don’t want to get into it, and as a result, I merely nod.
“As I was saying,” I continue in a smooth tone, “it’s one thing pretending to be a sex doll, but it’s another bringing it out into the open like this.”
“What do you mean?” Chrissy asks, looking back at me with her anxiety in those chocolate eyes. “Did I do something wrong?” Fuck. Why does she have to appear so adorable?
“Look,” I growl, “it was kinky, what you did. I was willing to go along with it. Right?”
“Right,” she whispers, hanging on my every word. I need to tread carefully, and to do the right thing by this teenage girl because she’s innocent despite her shenanigans. There isn’t a mean bone in Chrissy’s body, and I don’t want to crush her spirit with my words. Yet, I need to be truthful too.
“And that’s because it was a game,” I continue. “But now that you’ve acknowledged it by bringing it out into the open, then it gets awkward. I’m sorry, sweetheart, but this is where it ends. We’re through.”
Chrissy gapes at me.
“What?” she whispers. “Why?” How can I tell her something I don’t even understand properly myself? That’s she’s too young, but I was willing to use her body like a toy for my own pleasure, as long as it was unspoken. That it’s too weird because she’s my ex’s teenage daughter, living under my roof, but I’ve never come harder and more intensely than when I had my cock stuffed to the hilt inside her tight little holes. Or that I got worried I’d get her pregnant, so I fucked her in the ass instead. I’m such a depraved pervert. She’s better off with me never touching her again. But I can’t explain that to her because it’s too fucked up.
“As long as this thing between us was never acknowledged,” I say in a slow tone, “I was okay with it. But now that you’ve forced the issue, I won’t touch you again.” Silence. I look back up and see with a sinking feeling that Chrissy’s blue eyes are brimming with tears, her pretty mouth agape with shock and humiliation.
“But why?” she manages in a soft voice.
“Because of plausible deniability,” I say in a gruff voice. “As long as you pretended to be a doll, I could tell myself that I wasn’t doing anything wrong. But now, it’s all over. I’m sorry, Chrissy, but you made a mistake. If you wanted this game to continue, then you should have kept playing along.”
Then, I stalk past her to the stairs, taking them three at a time. I don’t stop until I reach the top floor, and the sanctuary of my bedroom. Then I slam the door before collapsing against it, seething and furious with myself. I get up and punch the closet in frustration, jarring the door open with my fist. Sure enough, my collection of sex dolls is revealed, although the girls look idiotic with their lolling heads and stiff bodies.
Even worse, I’m no longer interested in any of them. I only want Chrissy, so responsive, tight, and hot in every way. In my mind’s eye, all I see is the teenage vixen, clad in nothing but lingerie and high heels. So instead of using one of my plastic playmates, instead I reach into my pants and unleash my cock, hard, leaking, and desperate for Chrissy’s body. And leaning up against the wall with one hand, I beat it hard until I come in desperate, frustrated twitches, thinking only of her the entire time.