“Good girl,” I rasp, walking back and forth like a fucking caged animal. “Slide that dildo inside your soaking pussy. I want to watch it spread you wide.”
She swallows, and I watch the lump slide down her throat as she twists the hot pink dildo and slides it inside of her.
My fucking God, she looks good with her soaking pussy swallowing up the thick dildo, her tiny hand pumping it back and forth as she moans.
“Oh,” she sighs, “I’m so close.”
I’ve never been more jealous of a piece of silicone in my life, but I need this. I need to see her.
“Good. Lift up your sweater. Let me see your nipples. Are they hard for me too?”
My cock pulses against my zipper as she lifts the fabric, exposing the perfect, round tits I’ve thought about for years.
Fuck!
I need to unzip these jeans. I need to pull my cock out. I need to come on her soft little belly.
“Take it over the edge, baby. I want to hear you moan for me. If you want me inside of you, you’re going to have to prove you can take that tiny, little dildo first.”
I swear my words have her sliding it in deeper.
“Oh God, here it comes,” she sighs, and my balls send out pangs of ache through my dick as anticipation begins to turn to pain.
I blow out a breath, still watching, still scrubbing my hand against my cock, trying to ease out the tension as I hold steady to whatever tilted morals I’m holding onto. That said, everything is foggy, and taking her virginity is sounding more and more like the noble thing to do over letting her suffer with that awful silicone cock. At the very least, I could join in and touch her silky soft skin, help her over the edge.
My palms itch to reach out as she writhes and bucks against the mattress in front of me, her soft sounds echoing out into the dim room as she nears orgasm.
It’s then that an odd clicking noise echoes in from the living room. Her eyes widen, and she stares at me as though she hears it too. A moment later, the clicking turns to a jingle and a twist before I know that I’m clearly hearing the front door open and close.
“Kit?” Her father’s voice echoes through the small cabin. “Duke?” He must have seen my truck parked outside.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Heart pounding, I take in the scene before me. The twenty-five-year-old woman, my best friend’s daughter, sprawled out nearly nude on the bed with a dildo slid between her legs, and me, hard as a fucking rock, staring at her like an untamed dog.
There’s no way out of this room. He’ll wonder why we’re in here together. He’ll wonder why I’m here this late to begin with. I left the job site with plans to go home and work on my own shit.
Fuck!
I stare down at Kit, her eyes wide with fear. I should apologize but I’m half tempted to haul her into the bathroom, lock the door, and play the rest of this out.
Thankfully, I have a bit of sense left in me. “You get dressed, and I’ll play dumb.”
“No.” She stands from the bed quickly and slides the dildo out with a pop, tossing it into the drawer beside her beforewiping her soaking wet pussy with a nearby edge of the sheet. “It makes more sense if I go out there. You go out the window and come around the house.”
It’s not an awful idea. I still have my boots on. “I threw my coat on the back of the chair when I walked in.”
“Maybe he hasn’t noticed.”
Coat or not, me hauling ass out the window is the only option we have. If we leave this closed room together after this much silence, it’ll be obvious what’s going on.
I open the window quickly, a cold breeze whipping the curtains back as snow blows inside. Kit smiles sweetly and closes the window behind me as I land in the hard bank of ice and snow that’s gathered from the roof.
I’m not sure if it’s the burst of cold air that brings my brain back online or if it’s the surprise visit from her dad, either way, I’m getting a quick reality check.
Chapter Five
Kit
