When it’s clear he won’t, I fall back into my pillow, elated, horny, and most of all, utterly confused. Why did he ejaculate on me, and then leave? Why didn’t he touch me? What does he want from me? Restless and aroused, I toss and turn for hours before my eyes finally close in a fitful sleep. I need this man … but what does he want from me?
8
Ryder
I’m so pissed off with myself. What the fuck was I thinking? I wasn’t thinking, and that’s the point. Coming all over Ellen like that seemed like a great idea at the time, but now, I regret my caveman behavior. Fuck fuck fuck! She probably hates me.
Yet the curvy girl’s driving me crazy, and obviously, I’m already way past the tipping point. I thought that taking care of myself in the shower, while I fantasized about her curved ass and swaying tits, would help. And it did, for a moment. But then something went awry, and the caveman instincts came rushing back when I heard her groaning in the half bathroom. I literally had images of Ellen lying on the floor, clutching her belly in pain as she bled out. The need to protect her was so strong that I would have broken down the door if need be, and she knew it, too. That look in her eye haunts me. Was it fear? What the hell is wrong with me, scaring her like that? A young girl who’s a guest in my house, no less.
I had to leave, just to clear my mind.
So now I’ve been out the entire day in a futile attempt to get Ellen out of my system. My meetings went by in a daze, and more than once, my second-in-command shot me a weird look.
“You okay boss?” Brad asked. “You seemed a little out of it meeting with those city planning folks just now.”
I snapped back to the present.
“Yeah, I’m totally fine. Sorry. I’ll get on it.”
Fuck, clearly, I was in no shape to actually get work done, so I left the office then, instead electing to drive around aimlessly for hours, with no particular destination in mind. I even went for a swim, in the hopes a few dozen laps in the Olympic pool at the gym would wear me out and prevent me from thinking abouther.
It almost worked. But not quite because when I got home at midnight, I swear I was going to go straight to my bedroom. But instead, I found myself tiptoeing over to the nook behind the bookshelf. I couldn’t help myself. The thought of Ellen’s sweet, sleeping form cuddled up on pull-out sofa was tantalizing, and I just wanted to see her for a second, to satisfy myself that she was okay after our previous interaction.
But she startled awake, those big brown eyes blinking at me in the cool darkness of the house. Her breasts heaved, those white thighs gleaming ivory in the moonlight from the window. Then, an animalistic urge rushed through my veins and I lost all control. I wanted to take Ellen in my arms and kiss her, feel her moan in my mouth as I pushed my cock into her creamy pussy. I wanted to flip her over and kiss her bottom, before claiming that forbidden hole too. So I guess what I actually did was a relief, since it was nothing so sordid. Instead, I begged to see her pussy, and then stroked myself before jizzing all over her sweet female form. The fact that Ellen was so willing, her pussy glistening with lust for me, made me so fucking aroused that I spurted on her thigh with just a few strokes.
Fuck. What the hell was I thinking? I was a beast taking out his worst urges on a sweet, innocent girl. Even worse, I tried to apologize but that went nowhere.
But now, my resolve has hardened. Obviously, I can’t be in the house with Ellen at all. I want her to live here as long as she needs to, however long that is, but I need to vacate. This is her safe haven, and at least I can give her this, seeing what she’s endured already.
Sleep escapes me, and I merely lie awake in bed, wondering what my beautiful guest is thinking out there in the living room. I hope she’s asleep, but more likely, Ellen’s packing her bags in preparation to depart at this very moment. Then again, the curvy girl seemed so willing to show me her pussy, and it was clear she was turned on. But that’s the thing: Ellen’s a teen girl who doesn’t know better while I’m the adult in the situation. Fuck fuck fuck.
I watch the sun come up without having slept a wink, and then take a quick shower and try to get decent. It’s early when I emerge in the living room, and I don’t know what to expect to be honest. Will Ellen be awake? Or hell, maybe she’s already left the premises, disgusted with my actions.
But instead, the sweet girl appears from behind the bookshelves, her brown hair an adorable curly mess. Her face looks sleepy and she crosses her arms over her chest as if to keep warm. Those velvet thighs are bare and I look away immediately, determined not to be tempted again.
“Ryder?” she says quietly. “What -?” she starts, but then breaks off, as if changing her mind. I don’t meet her eye because suddenly, I’m filled with cowardice. What could I possibly say to justify my actions?
“I need to go,” I growl in response, already eyeing the door.
“But where?” Ellen asks in a soft voice, slowly drifting to me across the living room.
“Work,” I shrug. She pauses.
“But it’s Sunday,” she replies with a note of surprise. Shit, I’m such an idiot, but she’s got me so messed up that I’m forgetting what day of the week it is. Which makes for a terrible lie. She’ll see right through my charade and this house of cards is about to come crashing down.
But then Ellen smiles.
“Let me make you some breakfast first, at least,” she says in a sweet voice, already moving to the kitchen.
“No, it’s not necessary. I’m meeting a client for a game of golf to talk business, and they have a café at the course. I’m already running late, anyways,” I add, and put my hand on the handle of the door.
But Ellen interrupts me.
“Wait,” she calls, and I freeze. Oh shit, what’s going to happen now? Ellen moves towards me again, her curvy figure illuminated by the dawn light coming through the windows. I’m purposefully not even looking at her, but I can see the gleam of her hair from the corner of my eye. My cock throbs again and I grind my teeth. I have to go. I can’t behave like a caveman again.
But Ellen’s standing to my right now, just a foot or so away.
“Ryder,” she breathes, and my body tenses as she whispers my name. “Will you please look at me?” she asks, and the note of desperation in her voice tears through me. I have no choice. I turn my head reluctantly and look down at the beautiful woman. Big brown eyes, thick long lashes, her lips in a pink pout. And lower, her huge, soft breasts pressed together under her arms as she hugs herself, creating the most voluptuous, delectable cleavage I’ve ever seen.