Page 15 of Salvage Him
She had the sexiest little accent, but she discussed the house like it was a job and notherhome.
While Justin and Nathan discussed color schemes, I peeked into the backyard at the structure across awalkway.
It was a two-story guesthouse. The top floor had glass walls on threesides.
"Harrison."Justinsaid.
Iturnedback.
The whole roomstared.
I had missed something. "Yeah, sorry. What was that?" Iasked.
"Can we add exposed beams in the ceilings?" Brooklynasked.
I looked up at the vaulted ceiling. It should have been done prior to thisstage.
"Yeah, we can figure something out," I said. I didn't want todisappointher.
She nodded, and wemovedon.
When we headed outside, Brooklyn stopped in the study to grab another book and followed us to the guesthouse. We bypassed the first floor and walked up the stairs. The sun warmed the room. As we entered, a smile spread acrossBrooklyn'sface.
Justin had the same face. He had a thing aboutwindows.
"I want to get the guesthouse finished first." She handed a folder to each of us. "The first floor, simple hardwood floors, small kitchenette, bathroom with a showerstall."
We all nodded as we flipped through her detaileddesign.
"This room, hard wood floors and furniture, that's it." Brooklyn presented the room to us with a hand gesture, her chin high, hershouldersback.
My eyes grew wide, but I smiled back. Her confidence made meproud.
"Uh, yeah. Okay." It was my turn to blush. "We can discuss it in more detail after we finishuphere."
Justin shookhishead.
"I think we just have the entryway and the master suite to discuss," Justin said to no one in particular. He headed down thestairs.
Brooklynfollowed.
I remained in the room, loving the warmth from the light pouring in. I closed my eyes and pictured her inthisroom.
She stands with her coffee in one hand, her hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun with a pencil stuck in it. She bends over her drafting table that I construct, wearing a t-shirt, one of my t-shirts. Her ass peeks out as she reached across the table to make a note or finish asketch.
I walk up behind her and press my cock intoherass.
She squeals under mytouch.
I grab her hair, not worrying about pulling out anything that didn't belong to her. I bend her over the table and order her to stay. She whimpers and struggles a bit, but when I slap her ass, she calms and purrs. I smile and call her my pretty little kitten. I peel those panties off her perfect ass and tease her with my tongue as I push my shorts down my legs. My cock is hard, and I'm not teasing her anylonger.
I ask her onequestion.
"Are you ready for me, kitten?" As she opens her mouth to answer, I shove my cock in her tight little pussy, and we cry out. It feels so good. I fuck her hard until shescreams.
No.Purrs.
"Purr for me, kitten." I fuck her until shepurrs.
