Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
“Yes, he is.”
“You don’t have a wife? A girlfriend?”
“Neither, and I’m not looking for one either.”
“Oh. Well, have a good evening.” I nod and wave as they turn and walk off the porch and toward their house before I close the door.
“Fuck,” I mutter, pressing my head against the door. Something is definitely off about her parents. I got a funky vibe from them like they were both eye-fucking me. Seriously, is there something in the water? I’ve got to get out of here.
It lasted half a day. Felix missed me, or so that’s what I told myself, even if the fluffy guy barely noticed I was gone since his bowls were full and his litter clean.
Chapter Four
Gabriel
God, it’s been two fucking weeks of pure torture. Every damn day, I find an excuse to step out of the house when she’s around, even if it’s just to pass by and steal a glance on my way to my car before heading into the office, which unfortunately has been a lot more often than I’d prefer. It’s pathetic. Work is what I lived for, and yet now going in seems like a chore which makes no sense because I have no intention of caving to this sick craving for the sinfully, barely legal neighbor.
Fuck, I’ve even let Felix loose once or twice just so I’d have a reason to give chase in the middle of the night. After the additional show of her tits in the open window, it’s like she was meant to destroy my control. I beat my dick to death in the past two weeks like it owed me its life.
Interestingly, she never mentioned the incident as if it didn’t happen. Maybe she was too shocked that I fucking jerked off in front of her like a pervert. She definitely didn’t tell her brother and her parents only returned a couple of days ago. Thankfully, I haven’t spoken to them since our first meeting and only saw them in passing once. It happened when I was headed into the office, I spotted the blonde temptress on the porch and I couldn’t stop myself from staring. Her father and mother walked right out of the house, effectively ending my appraisal of the beauty in the morning sun with just a pair of pajama bottoms and spaghetti strap top on that didn’t hide an inch of her hard nipples. That girl was playing with fire and I have no idea if she’s truly aware of it.
Legal or not, Cat is young and not ready for what I have in mind for her. I met her parents, and after some research, I learned that they have been enjoying this year as swingers. If they knew I wanted to bang their daughter, I bet they wouldn’t find me appealing anymore. I wonder if she knows about her parents’ new lifestyle and if she’s only trying to get back at them by teasing an older man, hoping to freak them out.
Maybe it’s for the best that I keep my distance from the precious little blonde fuck doll. My dick always stiffens at the idea of showing her what I’d do to those tits or mouth, not to mention bending her over and fucking that tight pussy, breeding that cunt. Shit, I need a clear head and shake her from my thoughts.
It’s another wonderfully sunny summer morning when I step out of my mother’s house to leave for work. Lately I’d rather stay here and keep an eye on my other pussy cat than make another dollar. Still, I know it’s for the best. I’m nearly to my car in the driveway when I spot her father’s standing outside of his car, loading suitcases. What the fuck? Didn’t they just return?
“Hello, Mr. Bellamy,” he calls out.
I close the distance between the two driveways even though I want to keep my distance from him. “Good morning, Mr. Sellers. Where are you off to?” I ask, looking at his luggage. They only just returned a few days ago, not that I’m not glad to see him go, but please tell me that my sweet little torture isn’t leaving anywhere.
“The wife and I are out on vacation for the next month,” he says, grinning from ear to ear. I’m betting it’s a whole fuck fest and I’m trying not to imagine it.
“Really? Isn’t your daughter going with you?” I question, hoping to drag information for my benefit while still sounding like a concerned neighbor and not a sick predator, waiting for her to be completely alone.
“No, she’s an adult. Besides, she’s heading off to college in the fall, so we want her to gain a little independence.” He leans in and adds, “And this isn’t the kind of vacation you take your kids to if you know what I mean.” He winks, stands up straight, and closes the trunk. I’m trying not to imagine it, so I let Cat pop into my thoughts instead.