But then, that ain’t just from lifting boxes. That’s for damn sure. And lifting boxes isn’t the reason my cock is still rock fucking hard, glistening as the water runs down it in rivulets.
I groan, jaw tight as I glance down at the thickness pulsing between my thighs. Heat flashes through me, and I let my hand drop, my fingers wrapping around it.
I growl.
Earlier… that was bad. That was real fucking bad. I almost lost complete fucking control back there. I almost shoved her against the wall and tore her fucking clothes off. God, my cock wanted to. I wanted to throw her down on that bed pull off her panties and plunge every inch of me deep between her pretty thighs and fuck her right there.
I think of her breath, catching as I moved against her. I think of the way her body radiated heat against mine, warming me without even touching me. I think of those hard little nipples and the piercings poking at the front of that skimpy little white bikini — the tight, wet bottoms pulled right over her hot little cunt, begging to be pulled to the side or ripped right off.
And then, I think of that look on her face when I pulled out the toy.
I grin.
And I bet she thinks that little toy is big, too.
I groan and glance down at my cock. She has no idea. ‘Cause I’m bigger than that little toy, that’s for sure. I picture her tight, tiny little body taking my big fat cock, and I growl, my dick throbbing in my hands. I take a breath, slowly letting my hand drop as I lean against the shower wall.
Fuck, this week is going to be tough.
I’m in the guest room quarters, where I’ll be staying for the week during this job I’ve somehow fallen into. I was still debating actually taking it, especially after earlier. But I talked to Kane, who seemed to think it was a great idea. I mean, it is, if Danny pulls through with the connections for the business later. Not to mention, one-hundred grand is a fuckload of cash.
But, I also think Kane thought it was amusing that I was going to be babysitting some bratty teen starlet. Of course, he has no fucking idea who she is and what I’m dealing with over here. He has no idea how fucking tempting she is, that’s for sure.
Danny swung by earlier too, and set me up in the guest quarters. Alyssa’s been quiet ever since earlier, sulking or hiding from me in her room.
Fine. Good. Actually, her staying in her room for the entirety of this week might just make this go a lot better.
I groan. My cock is still fucking hard. I’m not a big “do it by hand” kind of guy, but the fever is rising. And I’m about to go ahead and wrap my hand back around my thick shaft and stroke my ten inches until I splatter my cum against the shower wall, when suddenly, I hear it.
…The alarm downstairs beeping.
I bolt, jumping from the shower and grabbing a towel. I growl, taking the stairs two at a time as a I wrap the towel around my waist. I tumble into the kitchen, grabbing a knife from the chopping block and glancing around. The alarm is off, not tripped. No one’s broken in…
Motherfucker.
That little brat. No one’s broken in. Someone’s broken out. I see headlights out in the driveway by the garage behind the house, and I hiss under my breath. I drop the knife and go barging out the side door, charging right into the path of her little red sports car. The brakes screech, she screams, and the car skids to a stop.
“Are you insane?!” she screams out the window at me.
My jaw clenches, my eyes narrowed at her as I march over to the driver’s side door.
“Out of the car, now.”
“I could have hit you!”
I reach in, and as she sputters and swears at me, I turn the car off and yank the keys out. My hand grabs the door handle on the side and when I pull the door open, she stares at me like I’m insane. And maybe I am.
“The fuck do you think you’re doing?!”
“Out!” I roar.
“No! Let me—hey!”
She gasps as I undo her seatbelt and snatch her up, right into my arms. I pull her into me, and God help me, my cock fucking jumps at the feel of her tight little body under my big hands. And when she squirms against me, it’s everything I can do to stop myself from growling out loud. Or bending her over the car, shredding her naughty little panties off, and stuffing every inch of my cock deep into her tight little pussy from behind.
I yank her away from the car, groaning to myself. Fuck, she looks good. She’s in this flirty little black skirt that barely covers her ass, this little strappy top and heeled sandals.