Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 113464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
It’s because of him. Callum. He could make me come like that if I was lucky enough. If he noticed me or saw me. My body tenses, my clit throbbing, and the thundering of my heartbeat fills my ears. Shit. I’m going to come. I can feel my arousal slipping down my thighs. My pussy is crying for a man I can’t have. Faster. Faster. I rub the little nub faster, the pressure and friction just right. God, I need to stop… this is wrong. I can’t come while watching my best friend’s father eating another woman out, but… oh god. I’m going to come, and it feels so fucking good.
I’m cresting, my entire body ready to split in half. Every muscle tenses. Oh, fuck, oh god. My eyes flutter closed, goosebumps erupting across my flesh, and my hips lift, my pussy ready to be filled with cock. A second later, I shatter. The air stills in my lungs, and euphoric pleasure explodes, entering every cell in my body. I clench around the air and wish so badly it was Callum’s cock coming inside me.
A single forbidden name falls from my lips on a gasp. “Callum…”
It’s nothing more than a whisper. He can’t hear me. He can’t. There’s no way. I’m safe in the darkness. Still, as my lids slowly open, I see his head snap up. My heart beats even faster, my orgasm continuing on, the tiny sparks leaving my core spasming. In the darkness, our gazes collide, though I’m sure all he can see is the sliding glass door.
The floor falls beneath me when his gorgeous full lips twitch upward into a smirk. He knows. He can see me, but how? It occurs to me then that we’re locked in this moment together, him and I, the way I’ve longed for, for so many years.
My legs are jello, my chest is still heaving, and my fingers are soaked with my release. The evidence of what I’ve done. The terrible, forbidden thing I’ve done with my best friend’s father.
I should be ashamed of myself. But how could I ever be when it feels so good? When it still feels amazing to have Callum’s gaze on me.
He can’t see me. He can’t.
But it feels like he can.
And the knowing smirk on his face tells me he likes it.
CALLUM
My eyes must be playing tricks on me because there’s no fucking way I just witnessed what I think I did.
What a naughty, dirty girl.
Bianca isn’t as innocent as I assumed. All this time, I had this vision in my mind that she was a good girl who got perfect grades, went to bed at a decent time, and followed the rules. The sweetheart with a shy smile and a body men would mortgage their entire lives to possess.
To think I thought of her as a sweet angel when she’s really been the devil in disguise all along. I can’t tell you the amount of times she’s been on vacation with us or spent the night in this house, tempting and taunting me from afar.
It’s fucked up to acknowledge how many years I’ve spent reminding myself she’s my daughter’s best friend, not to mention the fact that she’s way too young to even consider touching. There have been many times over the years when those reminders are the only thing that kept me from throwing her to the floor and fucking her unconscious.
Where Bianca stands, my patience is razor thin. Sweet, beautiful Bianca with her luscious brown hair begging for my hands to sink into it. And damn, those big, innocent blue eyes, so full of kindness and sincerity. I’ve pictured them so often filled with tears that streaked her cheeks as I shoved my cock to the back of her throat, making her gag.
God, the restraint it took, the reminding myself that she’s too innocent to be tainted and defiled by a man like me. But now, none of those things matter. Before, there was a line in the sand, but now it’s been obliterated. Because there she is, sitting in my kitchen, playing with her pussy, touching her tiny clit, making herself come the same way the girl still clenched around my fingers has barely finished doing.
I know Bianca thinks I haven’t noticed how she’s looked at me before this, that I haven’t noticed her pretty blush when our eyes meet or when I occasionally catch her checking me out.
As if I could fucking miss it. As if she hasn’t commanded my attention for the last five years. There’s not a man alive who wouldn’t feel gratified by that attention, even if it’s nothing more than a fantasy that can never come to life. But I’ll be damned if we haven’t come dangerously close tonight.
Her chest heaves, and I’d bet if I looked in her eyes right now, I’d see her desire shining. Words can’t describe how fucking turned on I am, knowing she finished herself off to the sight of me finger fucking Chelsea. When I withdraw my fingers, her pussy drips, her juices glistening against my skin. But it’s Bianca’s juices I crave. It’s Bianca I want out here with me, mewling and whimpering in the aftermath of pleasure.