Chapter 25 Illicit Obsession

• “She’s in the closet,” Chrissy sings before prancing over to the hallway closet.
• “Stop,” I command, and the beautiful blonde freezes, her eyes wide with surprise. Oh shit. I feel guilty. I’m coming off way too harsh and I don’t want to scare her because even if the brat’s testing my limits, I can tell she only means well. Chrissy may be frisky and sassy, but she’s also very sweet and giving. She’s a good kid; she’s just out of her depth.
• But now that I see Chrissy’s irresistible body, dressed in that skimpy outfit, in combination with her angelic face, I feel something shift inside me. I desperately want to grab her, bend her over the stair railing, and take her so hard she squirts all over the place again. It would relieve the aching load that’s building up inside my balls, caused by just seeing how hot she looks, standing there in front of me in her fuck-me pumps. At this point, I can even feel hot pre-come dripping out of the tip of my cock and down my knee. But as much as I crave taking her again, I also suddenly long to clear the air. To understand her. To understand myself.