Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25463 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25463 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
But now, I wonder if it’s going to happen again tonight. Will I be forced to listen to Mr. Billionaire Businessman’s roars and grunts as he comes hard, a woman panting beneath him? Will I have to listen to the incessant pounding of the headboard against the wall as well as the slapping sound of flesh on flesh? Oh god, I hope not but a glance at the wall clock shows that it’s almost 9 p.m., and sure enough, a key snicks in the lock at that moment. Then, the gorgeous Brad Landry steps in himself, and as expected, there’s a beautiful blonde on his arm. My heart drops because this is going to be another evening of sin, where I’m once again an unwitting witness and never a participant.
CHAPTER 2
Brad
“Deeper,” Natalie moans as I plunge into her sticky twat. “Oh yes, Brad.” I oblige, hoisting her knees up before drilling hard into that tiny cunt. “Ooooh,” she moans, her lashes fluttering shut. “That feels amazing.”
To be honest, even though Natalie’s a very attractive blonde, she’s not the blonde I’m thinking about right now. Instead, that particular blonde is downstairs in my living room at this very moment, perched on the seat of my ten-thousand-dollar designer couch. Yes, my young, nubile, teenage babysitter is the woman that I actually want, and I close my eyes while pushing once again into Natalie’s twat, pretending that it’s Paisley beneath me.
“Ooooh,” Natalie moans. “Eee!”
Unfortunately, her cries are a bit high and reedy, and they grate on my nerves. As a result, I amp up the fucking just to get it over with. It’s so raunchy and forceful that I’m practically hammering the woman into my mattress now.
“Unnh!” Natalie screams. “Oh Brad!”
Then, the woman shatters around my cock, her thin form convulsing like a crazy person as her eyes roll back in her head, showing the whites. The arches of her feet flex and curve painfully, almost turning inwards on themselves as she opens her mouth and lets out another high-pitched scream.
“Brraaaaaad!” comes her wail. “Oooooh!”
Meanwhile, my hips continue to piston like a locomotive going full-speed but it’s no use. Natalie isn’t going to do it for me. Instead, I pull my cock out of her still-clamping twat and instead, squeeze myself with my hand a few times, closing my eyes to visualize Paisley’s sweet features. Mmmm, those plush pink lips and those big blue eyes. Not only that, but the teenage girl’s got a body that was made for sin, and I can’t help but wonder if she’s let a man touch her yet because I desperately want to be her first. It’d be mind-blowing to have Paisley shatter around me, crying out my name as she tastes her first piece of dick.
The fantasy is so vivid that with a giant grunt and almost-vicious tug on my member, I ejaculate hard all over Natalie’s skinny body. The viscous ropes of come spray over her breasts and belly, some of it rolling down to seep into that space between her legs. Meanwhile, my date mewls with pleasure, cupping her breasts together to receive the load.
“Mmm, yes,” Natalie purrs. “Give it to me, big boy.”
A few more spurts, and the flow begins to dribble off. I prop myself on my arms above Natalie, panting hard as my balls pulse, dripping out the last of my seed.
“Fuck,” is my grunt.
Natalie merely giggles and nestles her head further onto the pillow, getting comfortable.
“You want to go again, Brad? I don’t have to get up early tomorrow morning for my modeling shoot. It’s going to be a late call time, which means I have plenty of time for you tonight, big boy.”
But I shake my head.
“Nah, you better get your beauty sleep,” I growl before backing up and standing up. “I wouldn’t want for you to look raggedy or tired tomorrow during work. Here,” I say, reaching down onto the ground to pick up her cocktail dress and panties before tossing them casually at the woman. “I’ll call you a car. It should be here in fifteen.”
I can tell Natalie’s stunned because how many men kick a gorgeous model out of their bed after some steamy shenanigans? But that’s the kind of asshole I am, and I step into the shower stall to get clean. Fortunately, when I come out with a towel wrapped around my bronzed form, Natalie’s already vacated. Good. Even the whiff of her perfume is no longer detectable, and I nod, grimly satisfied. She wasn’t really my type, even if I was the one who asked her out and fucked her silly.
But now, it’s time to deal with my babysitter. Still wrapped only in a fluffy white towel, I grab my wallet and head downstairs. Sure enough, Paisley’s perched on the edge of the couch staring up at me with wide blue eyes. Her mouth drops open momentarily as she takes in my bronzed chest, not to mention the trail of hair arrowing towards my groin, but then she leaps to her feet, her blonde ponytail bouncing as she scrambles for her bag.