Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 31838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Sitting down on a bench by the fountain, I gaze idly at the water, sparkling in the late afternoon sun. Despite everything, I do feel at peace here, but then again, nothing lasts forever. With a frown, I pull my phone out of my pocket and check to see whether Angela has tried to reach me yet. But there’s nothing there from her, surprise, surprise. It’s not that I was actually expecting any communication, but it still makes me sad to think that my own mother’s fine with not knowing where I am, or whether I have a place to stay. It hurts to realize that Angela’s totally okay with the fact that I might be wandering the streets at this very moment, despite the fact that I’m carrying her grandchild.
I slip the phone back in my pocket and close my eyes, listening to the gentle fall of the water as it splashes from the fountain down into the basin. From now on, I’ll be positive, is my vow. I will find a place to live soon. I will figure out a way to provide a safe, comfortable home for my baby. But until then, I’m lucky to have been taken in by a kind stranger named Ryder Landsman, and my heart skips a beat at the thought of the gruff alpha male.
5
Ryder
Ellen’s been living in my home for a week now, and it’s sheer torture. Don’t get me wrong because I’m trying my best, but this is fucking agony. After all, having the nubile teen girl prance about my place seemingly oblivious to her own sex appeal has been driving me up the wall. Her huge tits often sway as she wipes down a surface, or her big round ass and thick thighs jiggle as she walks down the hallway. I live in a state of constant arousal and have been beating off in the shower each morning in an effort to control my urges.
After all, I want to treat the sweet girl right, and to provide a safe haven while she sorts out her life. But now, I realize it’s a mistake because fuck, I might lose control at any moment. And once that happens - the animal in me will pounce, and I’ll have to claim her.
But who does that to a guest? A pregnant guest, no less? The problem is that I love her pregnant body. If anything, Ellen’s even more gorgeous because she’s expecting. She’s glowing, with the serene air of a Virgin Madonna even though she’s clearly not a virgin, and I desperately want to bury my face in those impossibly huge, soft tits. I want to push the hardness of my cock deep into her tight little pussy and make her come. Then I want to hear her soft voice begging me for more.
The fact that she’s so grateful to be here makes it even worse. Ellen’s always going above and beyond by cooking meals, cleaning, and folding my laundry. I know it’s because she’s trying to get on my good side, and I’ve told her more than once that it’s not necessary. I know how to cook and clean as well as any other bachelor used to living on his own, but she simply demurs and keeps doing it. Even worse, I know she’s doing it because she wants me to be happy, and yet I’ve been a complete asshole to her since she arrived.
It wasn’t my intention to be a curmudgeon in her presence. But I quickly knew that I had to throw up walls around myself if I wanted any chance at all at being a kind, decent, and honorable man, and not the douche trying to live out my filthy fantasies. Which, actually, is what I want. So much, in fact, that I basically have constant blue balls in her presence.
As a result, I avoid Ellen when I can. I try to keep our conversations as short as possible, albeit polite. And I certainly don’t touch her, or allow her to touch me because that would be my undoing. But I can tell the standoffishness bothers her. I can tell Ellen feels rejected and bewildered by my actions, which tortures me. If only she knew how much I want her, and how much I want to get to know her. But I can’t get involved because this is a pregnant teen girl staying under my roof, for crying out loud! The last thing she needs is a disgusting old dude trying to put his dick in her to make himself happy.
But it’s tough to resist Ellen, and sometimes I slip up. It’s impossible not to, and I find myself getting pulled into conversations with her, laughing at her sweet little jokes. Even more, I can sense Ellen relaxing as we settle into a comforting rhythm, which only makes me clam right up again. Then I feel like a complete dick, and rightfully so too.