Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
But she shakes her head slowly.
“No, that didn’t hit me. Something else.”
I look into her eyes.
“What is it then?”
She takes a deep breath and looks fully into my gaze.
“That I should sleep with you, Mr. Straithmore. It hit me that that’s what will make me feel better about all of this.”
I almost swallow my tongue, and I swear my cock jerks at the idea, but there’s no way I can let this happen. I pull my hand back and give her a stern look.
“Dakota, you’re upset. You’re saying things you don’t mean. Just give yourself twenty four hours, and you’ll feel better. What Eddie did is fucking awful, but I promise, this too shall pass.”
Of course, I feel like such an old man for saying these things, but she merely shakes her head.
“No,” Dakota says. “I’ve been thinking about it, and it’s the perfect revenge. Eddie slept with my mom, so I should sleep with you, his father. Besides, I want to. I’ve been attracted to you for a long time, Mr. Straithmore. Ever since Eddie and I started dating, actually.”
Now, I sit back in the couch and will my body to behave. My cock is so hard right now I’m surprised it’s not popping out of my jeans. But I can’t. Not only is she my son’s girlfriend, but she’s got to be twenty years younger than me, and right now she’s just acting out because she’s been hurt.
“Dakota, we can’t do that. You know that. Besides, it won’t make anything better because revenge doesn’t usually work that way. If anything, sleeping with me will just make you feel worse.”
The tears I’ve been watching build up in her beautiful, brown eyes finally win, and they start rolling down her cheeks. For a moment, I think I’ve gotten through to her. She stands up, but before I realize her plan, she scrambles across space between us and nearly jumps in my lap, with her knees planted on either side of my thighs.
“Dakota,” I say, but she cuts me off with a kiss.
I’m totally still at first, but then I give in, sweeping my mouth across hers. She’s sweet and pliable, and her lips open beneath mine, giving me entrance. I groan into her mouth while her tongue traces along my bottom lip. Before I realize what I’m doing, I have her face cupped between my palms, and I’m kissing her thoroughly, exploring her mouth like a man taking what he wants, and god, but she tastes amazing.
I pump my hips up, and she gasps a bit when my erection presses against the softness of her pussy through our clothes. I reach one hand down between our bodies, and oh god, but her panties are already wet. Like a madman, I push the blanket off her shoulders and nip at her skin, then I run the tip of my tongue up the side of her neck until I reach her jaw, and place a kiss there too.
“Sweetheart, we can’t,” I rasp. “I want to, but we can’t. You won’t enjoy it.”
But clearly, Dakota disagrees because she grips my shoulders and rocks against me, rubbing her wetness against the stiff shaft bulging in my pants. Sparks flare before my eyes, and my entire body goes rigid, ready to be inside her now.
“Mr. Straithmore,” she whispers breathily, her breasts bouncing while still rubbing up and down. “I do want it. I will enjoy it. Please, Jack. Make me feel good.”
Hearing my name on her lips does it, and I grip her waist before standing. Dakota wraps her legs around my hips, as I slip my hands beneath her luscious bottom. She brings her lips to my ear, and I can feel the small kiss she places there. “Where are we going?” she whispers.
Her voice is quiet, but there’s a neediness in her tone that wasn’t there before. A hunger. And I know right then that this is more than revenge. This woman craves me, and I’m going to satisfy those desires a thousandfold.
I nip at her neck, just below her ear, and smile like a predator then. “I’m taking you to bed, sweetheart. Hold on.”
In a second, we’re upstairs, Dakota’s sweet warmth still pressed against my chest. I can feel those huge breasts smashed against me, and her nipples are taut, pressing into my pecs. Thank god my bedroom door is open or I would have kicked it in. When I gently lower her to the edge of my bed, I step back for a moment to take her in. She’s gorgeous, lush, and the pinkness on her cheeks makes her appear even more innocent and young.
“You’re so beautiful,” I rasp. “A thousand times better than I imagined.”
She giggles a bit.
“You’ve been thinking of me, Mr. Straithmore?”
I groan almost painfully then.
“More than you know, sweetheart.”