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  I kill the engine and look at my house, knowing she’s in there. My dick hardens to the point of pain at the thought and before I can stop myself, it’s out of my pants and I’m jerking off hard.

  I think of her bare feet on my couch. I think of her perky tits that were popping out like they wanted to say hi as I stroke my cock even harder. When I think of those ripe cherry lips it’s over. Hot spurts of cum shoot everywhere, covering my hand and the steering wheel.

  My head drops back and I close my eyes, wondering why I don’t feel any release of the tension that’s gripping my soul.

  I groan as I reach for the tissues and clean up the mess I made.

  Once I catch my breath, I take out the keys and head outside. I walk over to her bike and run my finger along the cold pink metal of the frame, wondering if her curves feel as smooth.

  “You’re a sick fuck,” I mutter to myself. “She’s too young for you.”

  But deep down I know that her age won’t stop me. I know that nothing will stop me.

  A rush of adrenaline surges through me as I enter my house and get a whiff of her cotton candy scent. It’s silent in the big house and I can feel the heavy thuds of my heart pounding in my ears.

  I quietly take off my jacket and shoes and then walk quietly through the house like a predator on the prowl.

  My mouth waters when I find her sleeping on my couch. She’s laying there so helpless. I could do whatever I want with her, whatever I want to her. Her vulnerability makes my cock ache.

  I can hear David Attenborough’s voice in my head. The aggressive predator has snuck up on its oblivious prey and is about to sink its deadly fangs into her young supple body.

  She doesn’t even know I’m in the room. My cock throbs as I watch her.

  I take a knee in front of her and get as close as possible without touching her. She smells like cotton candy and heaven. I wonder if she tastes as sweet.

  The only light in the room is the soft shade of the lamp in the corner. It’s not enough. I want spotlights on her to see every crack of her skin, every cell in her body. But it’s all I’m given.

  She’s breathing so softly as she sleeps. Each breath is a treasure that I want to steal. In and out. In and out. It’s soothing. Hypnotizing.

  I drag my eyes all over her flawless skin from her golden blonde hair that’s draped over my couch cushion to her cherry red lips that look so ripe and ready to be plucked.

  Her leather jacket is off and my eyes wander down her slender arms, admiring the flawless skin and tiny yellow hairs. Her tits are small but look like they’re the perfect size to fit in my mouth. I crane my head and peek down her tank top to see more, but I can’t see much with the way the fabric has fallen on her chest.

  My eyes continue roaming down, admiring her curves and the way her faded jeans hug her slender hips. I spot tiny blue ink marks on her pocket, probably from bouncing a pen on her jeans as her mind wandered. Wandered where? What does this girl think about? I want to know every thought that’s passed through her head.

  I wonder if she thinks of other guys and the tightness is back, taking over my body.

  Stop, I tell myself. Don’t ruin this perfect moment with thoughts like that.

  I watch her sleep for a long time before the need in me starts to overpower everything else. My fingertips are aching and tingling with the need to touch her soft skin and explore every inch of her young body.

  Before I can stop myself, I drag the back of my fingers down her smooth cheek.

  She immediately moans and stirs, twisting her body on the couch as I snap my hand back like I’m a kid who just got his hand caught in the cookie jar.

  Her adorable little tits move under her shirt as she stretches her arms out and yawns.

  She opens her stunning blue eyes and smiles when she sees me.

  “Hi, Mr. Ross.”

  Her voice is sugary sweet and should be packaged up and sold at Carnivals.

  “Hey, little one,” I say after swallowing hard. “What were you dreaming of?”

  She licks her lips as she watches me.

  “You.”

  My heart starts hammering against my ribs like a sledgehammer on an anvil.

  Fuck, I want her so badly. It takes everything I have to keep my hands by my side.

  “How was your date?”

  I shake my head as she listens closely. “I won’t be seeing her again.”

  “You were probably too handsome for her anyway,” she says with a soft smile. “I could see you with a younger girl.”

  “How young?”

  “Depends. Just old enough maybe.”

  “How old are you?”

  She grins. “Just old enough.”

  My hard cock pulses and strains against the inside of my pants as I watch her. She’s made no effort to get up. She’s still lying on the couch like she’s ready to be taken.

  I lean forward and run my hand along the length of her cheek once again. Only this time, her eyes are not closed. They’re locked on me with a hunger that grips my core and urges me on.

  She lets out a little moan as I slide my hand down her neck, over her shoulder, and down her sides, grazing the side of her breast with my wrist as I go. Her legs part when my hand reaches her hip and she lets out a little whimper when my eyes drop to her barely legal teenage pussy.

  “You’re in my house,” I say in a deep gravelly voice. “There’s no lying to me when you’re in my house.”

  She swallows hard as she watches me with wide eyes.

  “Is your pussy nice and wet for me?”

  Her cherry red lips are pressed together but she nods her head yes.

  “How wet?” I ask as I slowly trace my hand around her knee and then slide it back up her inner thigh. Her jeans are so rough. I wish I was touching the soft skin underneath instead.

  She takes a sharp breath and arches her back off the couch. “So wet,” she gasps. “I’ve been wet all night waiting for you to get home.”

  Her mouth falls open as my hand travels up her leg. Those pretty cherry red lips are begging to be claimed by a real man.

  I lean down to take them as my hand creeps up close. So fucking close…

  She lifts her chin to meet my lips when I hear footsteps come racing down the hall.

  “Dad!”

  Fuck!

  Brooklyn jumps up and leaps off the couch as Evan races into the room—wide fucking awake.

  “Dad, you’re home!” He runs over and gives me a big hug as Brooklyn rushes to the door. She’s panting hard and her skin is blushing as red as her lips.

  “Wait!” I call out to her, but she quickly opens the door and runs out.

  My stomach drops as the door closes.

  It’s over. The moment is over.

  For tonight anyway.

  “We played LEGO and watched Paw Patrol and had pizza,” Evan says with his voice racing as he tries to tell me everything.

  “You like the new babysitter?” I ask as my eyes glance over to the closed door. Her sweet smell is still all around me, swirling inside my head.

  He nods his little head up and down like a jackhammer.

  “Good,” I say as my heart finally starts to slow. “We’ll have her over again. Real soon.”

  He takes my hand and pulls me to his room as he tells me all about his night.

  I smile as I watch him. I love the kid.

  Even though right now he is the biggest cockblocker on the planet.

  Four

  Carter

  Carter: I need you tonight.

  My body is so tense as I stare at the screen of my cell phone that I feel like my muscles could just shatter at any point.

  What is taking her so long?

  I hate that she keeps me waiting. I want her at my beck and call. I want access to her whenever I desire. Soon, I’ll have it.

  A bubble pops up in the right-hand corner of my screen and my breath catches in my throat.

  Brooklyn (Babysitter): to watch evan? />
  It’s not to watch Evan. Evan is at my mother’s house for the night. I’m all alone.

  Carter: Yes.

  But she doesn’t have to know that.

  Brooklyn (Babysitter): another hot date?

  Carter: You could say that.

  Brooklyn (Babysitter): what time?

  Now. I fucking need you right now.

  Carter: How soon can you get here?

  Brooklyn (Babysitter): 7:00

  Fuck. That’s in three hours.

  Carter: I need you sooner.

  Brooklyn (Babysitter): I have soccer practice

  Carter: I’ll pay triple if you come now.

  Brooklyn (Babysitter): I’ll see you at 7

  Brooklyn (Babysitter): xoxox

  I drop my phone on the floor and immediately pull out my hard cock. My chest is tight as I jack off to the image of her sleeping on my couch. I cum fast and hard, but there’s no relief. The tension inside me just gets tighter.

  Seven o’clock. How many times can I jerk off until then?

  I’m pacing my living room like a wild tiger as I glance at the clock every ten seconds. It’s 7:02. Where the fuck is she?

  An image of me charging onto the soccer field, grabbing her, and throwing her over my shoulder flashes into my head, but then the door rings.

  I lunge for the handle and yank the door open, and there she is looking radiant in a pink jean skirt and a white tube top that says Go Change The World. With a glimpse, she’s already changed mine.

  Her lips are the same cherry red, but this time she’s not chewing gum as she looks up at me with big blue doe-like eyes. She bites her bottom lip as she flashes her long lashes at me and even though I jacked off at least a dozen times in the past twenty-four hours, I still get rock hard.

  “I was starting to think you weren’t going to show up,” I say as I lean forward, towering over her.

  I can feel her heart start beating a little faster, just like mine is.

  “You’re three minutes late. I’d wait forever for you, but please don’t make me.”

  Her sexy lips part and I nearly pass out when I catch a glimpse of her pink tongue. That mouth should be mine. It’s driving me mad that I haven’t claimed it yet.

  “I’m here now,” she answers as she walks past me into my house. “At your service.”

  A whiff of her cotton candy scent hits my nose and I swallow hard, trying to keep myself composed.

  I close the door behind her and she does a little jump when I lock it.

  “Where’s Evan?” she asks as she looks around.

  “He’s at his grandmother’s house.”

  She slips her hands into her pockets as she gives me an uneasy look.

  “What’s he doing there, Mr. Ross?”

  “Call me, Carter.”

  She clears her throat and nervously tucks a strand of hair behind her ear as I watch her with ravenous eyes.

  “You left before I could pay you last night,” I say as I pull out my wallet.

  She shakes her head and puts her little hands up. “I don’t want to take your money, Mr. Ross.”

  “Carter. And I insist.”

  “I’d rather not,” she says as I pull out some bills. She places her hand on mine, trying to stop me. “Please. Carter. It was my pleasure. I had fun with Evan.”

  “And in my bed?”

  My eyes narrow on her as her cheeks turn bright red. She takes a step back and drops her eyes to the floor.

  “Do you climb into a lot of men’s beds?”

  I can’t breathe while I wait for an answer. I don’t want to know what I’m capable of if she says yes. I’m afraid to find out how far this girl can push me.

  She looks so shy and vulnerable as she glances at the exit. She’s not leaving here. Especially after what she’s put me through.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “For what?”

  “For ruining your sheets.”

  I let out a laugh and she jerks her head back in shock. She thinks she ruined my sheets. After sleeping in her sweet juices all night, I ripped them off the mattress and kept them in a safe place.

  “Those were expensive sheets,” I say as I stare her down.

  I couldn’t care less about the fucking sheets, but she looks upset and I can use it to my advantage.

  “I know,” she says, looking like she’s about to cry. “I don’t know what got into me. I can repay you for them.”

  “I don’t want your money either.”

  She looks at me for a moment and then drops her eyes back down to the floor.

  “Can I repay you in another way?”

  The hair on the back of my neck raises straight up.

  “Yes.”

  She looks back up at me with those innocent blue eyes. “I’ll do anything,” she says as she flashes her long lashes at me.

  “Good. Sit on the couch.”

  She immediately obeys and sits down on the couch. I take my time and walk to the chair facing her.

  Her eyes never leave my body as she waits for the next command. I want her to know that this is my house and I’m in charge. I can make her do whatever I want while she’s under my roof.

  Her hands are folded on her lap and her back is as straight as a board while she watches me and waits.

  I sit back in the chair and cross my legs. “Pull your skirt up.”

  Her blue eyes widen for a second, but then she pulls her pink jean skirt up to her waist.

  “Spread your legs.”

  My dick throbs as she does. She’s wearing a pair of white cotton panties and there’s a wet spot over her pussy that’s growing bigger in front of my eyes.

  The smell of her cunt has been in my nose all day and all of last night. When I went to bed and discovered the little present she had waiting for me, I couldn’t believe it. I rubbed the wet spot all over my face and cock. I couldn’t go to work today. I couldn’t bear to leave it behind.

  Every five minutes, I would get up and take another whiff, getting high off the intoxicating scent of her cunt.

  I clear my throat to make sure the next words come out firm and clear.

  “Show me your pussy.”

  She hesitates for a moment, but then spreads her legs even wider as her hand drops down. I lean forward in my chair as my mouth moistens.

  I can’t breathe as she pinches the white cotton fabric with two fingers and peels it off her wet cunt, showing me the prettiest little pink pussy that I’ve ever seen.

  It’s glistening wet and looks as ripe as a juicy peach.

  “What were you doing to it in my bed?”

  She’s breathing in short little breaths that make her tits move up and down.

  “Touching it.”

  “How? Show me.”

  I nearly faint as she slides her slim fingers through her slit. A finger disappears inside her tight hole and she lets out a deep moan as her eyes fall closed. When she drags her finger back out, it’s coated in her sticky honey. I watch with bated breath as she slides it up her folds and rubs her clit in sharp tight circles.

  She’s getting off in front of me and I watch, mesmerized.

  Her free hand starts massaging her tit as her cherry red lips fall open and she cums hard. My cock rages as a rush of clear juices trickles out of her and leaks onto the sofa.

  “Goddamn,” I mutter under my breath. Could she be more perfect?

  She sinks into the couch as her legs close, depriving me of the heavenly view. A long moan rolls up her throat as she sucks on her wet fingers, licking them clean.

  Her breaths are quick and ragged like she’s just run up a few dozen flights of stairs. “Like that,” she says as she looks over at me.

  These intense feelings are overwhelming me.

  I don’t know how to handle them.

  She looks so innocent but I know that she can ruin me with one look, one touch. She already has.

  “And what were you thinking about?”

  She hesitates for a second and t
hen flashes those baby blues at me. “You.”

  Fuck.

  I’m afraid to ask if she’s a virgin. Afraid of what I’ll do if another guy has seen what she just showed me. I’ll take their eyes. I’ll take their life.

  I grip the armrests of the chair, trying to stay grounded. I feel like I’m going to spiral out of this world. Jealousy was an abstract thought until she arrived on my doorstep. Now it’s all too real. It’s all too dangerous.

  Being with her hurts. It’s painful. My cock is aching. My heart feels like it’s going to explode.

  She’s close enough that I can reach out and touch her, but I can’t move.

  A teenage Medusa who’s frozen me with her beauty. I’d turn to stone if it meant seeing that beautiful pussy one more time.

  She quickly gets up with her cheeks reddening. “I should go.”

  “No!” I reach out to grab her but she’s so quick as she races to the door. She’s left me so shaken that I can’t get up in time to stop her from unlocking the door and rushing out.

  And just like that, I’m standing on my porch and watching her bike away down my street with a hard stare on my face.

  She won’t escape me again.

  I’ll make damn sure of that.

  Five

  Carter

  Last night was pure fucking agony.

  After Brooklyn ran out on me, I spiraled into a rage and broke two lamps and my coffee table. I was pissed. Not so much at her, but at the fact that I’ve never desired anything more. I’ve never been more tempted, more in need of something in my life.

  I was up all night, tossing and turning as I relived the moment over and over again. I couldn’t get the image out of my head of her playing with her bare pussy on my couch and the way her face got all twisted up in pleasure as she came.

  I still can’t.

  My breath catches in my throat when I see her run onto the soccer field. Brooklyn is wearing shorts that are way too short to be worn in public and it makes my jaw clench tight.

  I want to run out there and cover her up. My muscles are quivering when I spot the football team on the other field watching the girls as they run out and warm up.