LOGINB R U C EIāve read this same paragraph a hundred times, and I canāt remember a thing about it. Ask me about Sophieās nipples, however, and I could recite a forty-page essay on them, but I canāt tell you what Iāve been staring at for the past hour.My entire morning has gone like this. My paralegal reminded me I forgot a brief, and Iāve never done that before. Iāve never been so absent-minded, and I know the exact cause.I drop my pen on my desk and rub my eyes with the palm of my hand.āGet a grip, Archer,ā I whisper to myself, and then I hear the office door open. I look up in time to see Jacob entering my office, and I have to blink a few times to clear my vision. Once he gets to my desk, I see someone following behind him, and I shoot up from my desk, wondering whatās happening.āWhat are you doing here?āI glare at Sophie, but she doesnāt look concerned. I look over at Jacob, and he shrugs as he drops the brief on my desk. I get angrier because I didnāt realize Jacob went to
S O P H I EIām curious about my mother and Bruce. They donāt seem like a fit, but when I really thought about it, I donāt think I could picture my mother with anyone. She didnāt care for affection or seem like she would ever play with the idea of marriage. Iām not sure how I came to be, and the topic of my father was never brought up.āIf you call it that,ā her reply perks my attention, and I can tell by the look she shoots me that she caught my reaction. āThey were married on paper only; it was for work.āāShocking,ā I say, letting the sarcasm bleed through my words.Everything was for work, but I couldnāt help but feel the relief that follows. Lily runs her finger around the top of her coffee mug, studying me as if debating what to say.āDo you miss her?ā she asks, a slight tone of concern in her voice.Her question makes me pause. Do I miss her? āIā¦wellā¦can someone miss something they never had?ā That thought has been rolling around in my head since I found out about her heart
S O P H I EMy body buzzes with excitement as I make my way back to my room.I canāt believe I just did that. I donāt think Iāve ever been more turned on in my life. I can feel the wetness between my legs, making my panties stick to me. I need to cum. Bad.I walk into my room and slide my white cotton panties down my legs. I toss them on the floor and grab a pillow off the bed.Always having to share a room with other girls, you had to learn to be quiet when you masturbated; it was something I quickly mastered. Right now, I feel like it wonāt take much to get me there. Never in my life had a man looked at me like Bruce just did, and never had I experienced such emotion. It was intoxicating. I felt alive.Looking around the room, I search for the perfect spot. When I see the armchair in the corner, I know it will work best for what I have in mind.Placing the pillow over the arm of the chair, I straddle it. It gives me what I need, firmness for pressure, but a soft surface for comfo
B R U C EHow can she walk around the house like that and not expect a reaction? I bet thatās why she did it. Does she always walk around in front of men like this? The thought that someone else may have seen her like this makes me murderous. I would like to think my feelings stem from a fatherly concern, but that would be total bullshit. She seemed so meek and innocent yesterday when she got here, but it must have been an act. Iām visibly shaking as I wait for a response to my question.Slowly, she shuts the fridge, turns around to face me, and I feel like Iāve been hit by a truck. My imagination was nothing compared to what her curvy body really looks like. I can see every curve of her perfect, little, compact body. I can tell she would fit against me perfectly. She would be so easy to do with as I pleased.Her paper-thin top shows the clear outline of her areolae and her diamond-hard nipples. I canāt quite make out the color of them, and now Iām mad about that too. Fuck.
S O P H I EPushing myself away from the window, I feel my stomach growl. Iāve been hiding in my room since I got here last night. The idea of going out and seeing Bruce, my step-dad, wasn't one that appealed to me. I shouldāve known any man who chose to marry my mother would be as cold as she was. Hell, I didn't even know she was married until I was told that I was being shipped back home to him.āStep-dad,ā I say, rolling the words across my tongue. He was nothing like I expected him to be. When I thought of a step-dad, I thought of a man with greyish hair, wrinkles around his eyes. I thought of someone who was at least my mother's age or who looked like some of the fathers who came to visit the other girls in my dorm. No, it looks like my mom liked them young. Bruce looks like he is in his early thirties if I had to guess. He also looks like he stepped out of a magazine, and so did the woman hanging on to him last night.I thought it was strange he was already hooking up wi
B R U C E Itās impressive, being that Iām six four.āIs that so?ā I tease, pulling her closer and looking into her dark brown eyes. Her tart perfume fills my lungs, but my body doesnāt seem to react.Maybe itās been so long since Iāve had sex my cock doesnāt remember what itās like to have a woman so close. Iām giving him the green light, but he doesnāt even move.āYeah,ā she whispers against my mouth, but before her lips touch mine the elevator chimes. I pull back from Holly. The elevator doors slide open, revealing something that makes my limp cock finally grow with need. It presses hard against my zipper and I suddenly ache. If thatās little Sophie, Iām totally fucked. Iāve never seen something look so perfect and pure before. Sheās perfect. My whole body has come alive like a punch to my system.āHolly, if youāll excuse me, I need a minute,ā I say, pulling myself away. Before I take a step I turn around and adjust myself because my hard cock is obscene in these pants. Hol







