Want something sweet to tide you over for the weekend? Look no further:
The next day I waited until Mom and Dad left for work and then found a pair of binoculars to… better observe Mr. Kingsley’s house with. His car was in the driveway until noon and I began to freak out because I missed my chance but he was back in less than an hour. My heart beating loudly in my ears, I decided I had to go now before it was too late.
I had never been this terrified before in my life. If I didn’t charm him into staying quiet, it wasn’t just a matter of me not being allowed to work at the bookstore. My parents would never let me go live at college. If only something had actually happened between me and Will. It would have at least been worth it.
I knocked on the door. Mr. Kingsley answered, his face impassive, almost as if he expected me to be there.
“Hello, Ellie,” he said in a dark, rich voice that sent shivers up my spine. “Is there something I can help you with?”
“Kind of. Can I come in?”
A smirk touched the corners of his lips and he ushered me inside. His place was nice, but there were still a lot of boxes everywhere. And if anything, the television was bigger than Dad thought it was.
“What’s on your mind?” he said.
“It’s about yesterday, when you said you saw someone in my room.”
My cheeks went hot. “Yes. He’s just a friend. In fact, he has a girlfriend. I was just showing him something, and we spent most of the time talking downstairs. But if my parents found out, they’d assume the worst and never believe me, so if you can please not tell them about it, I’d really appreciate it.”
“You want me to lie to them?”
Not an accusation, but I felt guilty all the same.
“Just not tell them. They really overreact to anything involving me and a boy. I’d rather not get in trouble for something I didn’t do.”
“You’re honestly saying that nothing happened?”
Why was he making this so difficult?”
“Of course not. I’ve never been with any boy.”
“That’s unfortunate. So what do I get out of it?”
“Uh, well, I don’t know. What do you want?”
He moved around the room, inspecting the boxes stacked on the floor. I could see he had something in mind and it was giving me a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach. Not to mention my pussy. Maybe it was just those gorgeous dark eyes of his that seemed to pierce into my soul.
“What I’d really like is you down on your knees being the dirty, slutty girl I know you are.”
I blinked, unable to believe what I was hearing. In that second I was suddenly sure that he had seen me peeping in his window, and maybe he had even done it to entice me.
“You… can’t be serious,” I said. “I could never do anything like that.”
“Then go. Maybe I’ll keep your secret or maybe I won’t. But if I had a reason not to talk…”
I couldn’t believe it. I was stuck. I suppose I could have just left and crossed my fingers, but I couldn’t seem to bring myself to do that. Here was an opportunity to fuck the hottest man I had ever seen. If I left I’d never forgive myself.
Part of me wasn’t sure that this was really happening. I knelt down in front of him and slowly unzipped his fly because I was still sure that he would laugh it off as some sort of prank. Then I found his hard, thick cock poking out at me and I knew this was really happening.
It only gets hotter from there, but I can’t give away too much now, can I? Check out the rest next week!