Chapter 3

LIAM

I grip my steering wheel so hard I think I might break it as I watch

Sloane ran back into her house. All I can think about is the hungry look in her eyes as she’d ground her little pussy against me and the way her body trembled as she’d cum.

I groan and hit the steering wheel. I should not have fucking done that!

What in the hell had I been thinking? I laugh, knowing exactly what I’d been thinking. I’d been thinking about Sloane. Gorgeous, sexy, forbidden Sloane with her large green eyes, long dark hair, perky tits, and a young, toned body that never failed to get me hard. The truth of it was that it wasn’t just about how beautiful she was. I genuinely liked her. Over the last six months since she’d turned 18, I’d fallen completely in love with her. I’ve tried my best to stay away, hoping that the feelings would just die down, but they haven’t. If anything, they’ve just grown stronger.

I’d had no idea she’d felt the same about me. I mean, she’s always been kind of flirty with me, but I figured that’s just how she was with everyone. I never could’ve imagined that she’d never even been kissed. Well, she’s been kissed now.

I look down at the large wet stain she’d left on my cock and groan. It was going to be another long night of jerking off and thinking about my best friend’s daughter. Wonderful. I needed to get a grip. This was insane.

When I pull out of the drive, instead of going straight home, I find myself driving in the other direction and pulling into the local bar that I’ve been to a million times. This is what I need, I tell myself. A random one gone night to knock Sloane right out of my head. I walk in, grateful for the darkness to hide the wet stain, and take a seat at the bar, ordering a beer when the bartender walks over.

It doesn’t take long for a tipsy 30-something to sidle over and take the stool next to me. She’s not horrendous or anything, but there’s a hardness to her face that I don’t like. I can’t help but compare her hard edges to that of Sloane’s innocent perfection.

“Hey, handsome,” she says, flashing me what I’m sure she thinks is a very sexy grin.

“Hey,” I say back, barely looking at her.

“You here alone?”

She leans in closer than I’d like her to be, and the perfume she’s doused herself with is starting to give me a headache.

“Yeah,” I say, meeting her glassy brown eyes, “and I’m leaving that way, too.”

She gives a very unladylike grunt before slipping from the stool and moseying off. Well, there goes that plan, I think to myself as I take another long swig of beer. How in the hell had I thought I could just fuck some random woman after having tasted Sloane and held her perfect body in my lap?

I finish my beer, leave a generous tip, and walk my sorry ass back to my jeep, and head home. I manage to avoid thinking about Sloane too much until I’m under my covers and there’s nothing else I can occupy my mind with. I lay there, willing my body to give up and just go to sleep, but I kept replaying the scene in my mind over and over again. I can hear her soft moans as she came, feel the wet heat of her pussy against my cock and the way her pussy slid along the length of me, and taste the sweetness of her mouth.

I groan in frustration, giving up the battle, and grab my cock in one hand, stroking myself in a fast rhythm. I think about what I had wanted to do. I imagine sliding her shirt off, freeing those tits I’ve been dying to see, kissing them, sucking them, rolling my tongue over her hard nipples. My hand works faster as I imagine freeing my cock and roughly pushing the fabric of her panties aside so I can slide myself into her, stretching her, taking her virginity, and making her mine and mine alone. I imagine how tight and wet her pussy would feel around my cock, the moans she’d make as I fuck her hard.

Pleasure races through me as I pump myself harder, and when I do cum, it’s to the image of me fucking Sloane raw, no condom, just skin on skin, filling her little virgin womb with my seed, claiming every bit of her as mine.

Gasping, I collapse back on my pillow. My heart thunders in my chest as I try to come to terms with what I just imagined. Is that really what I wanted? I didn’t have to think long before I knew the answer was a definite yes. I wanted Sloane, all of her. I wanted the youthful fuckable body, and I wanted to see that same little body swollen with my baby. I wanted everything with Sloane, and that’s what made it so painful because I knew I couldn’t have anything with her.

The next few days went by in a slow, painful blur. Sloane was never far from my thoughts. I tried to keep myself busy with work, but nothing seemed to be helping. When I had just fine finishedeatinsupperrr, I heard my phone buzz and saw that Jerry had texted me.

Hey, man, we’re headed to the lake house this weekend. Wanna come?

I set the phone aside, not wanting to answer him just yet. Did I want to go spend the weekend at the lake with Jerry and watch his beautiful daughter walk around in a tiny bikini, knowing I could never have her? Sure, that sounds like loads of fun!