Breaking In Sophia E-Book

Scarlet Smith

• Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

Sophia has a crush on the new man of the house, the dark and handsome Mr Lovell. But she's sure nothing will ever come of it - why would he be interested in a shy 18 year old like her?

But when Sophia's mother goes away on business Sophia soon discovers that Mr Lovell has feelings for her too, and that he's determined to be her first time.

He overcomes her shyness and awakens feelings that little Sophia never knew existed. Soon she is losing her inhibition as the much older man takes her - hard, fast and without protection!

Leseprobe

Breaking In Sophia  

By Scarlet Smith

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2015 Scarlet Smith

Written by Scarlet Smith

~~ All characters in this book are 18 or over. ~~

I've always been shy. As a little girl, I was shy of the other kids in my nursery. As a young teenager, painfully shy, not one of the popular girls, but the type who just fades into the background, trying not to be noticed. And now, even though at 18 I'm technically a grown-up, I certainly haven't outgrown my shyness.

My looks don't help. The girls at school who are confident always seemed to have the bodies to go with it. You know – blond hair, big boobs, round asses, all that kind of stuff. They're the girls who always get the attention from the boys, and it lifted them, boosted their confidence – and their egos.

No boy ever gave me a second glance. Even at 18, I look much younger. My breasts, though firm and round, are small, not the attention grabbing globes flaunted with such abandon by my schoolmates. I have dimples, freckles, and an ass that on good days I thought of as slim, on bad days as way too skinny. Surely no man – or boy, for that matter – would ever think of me as desirable, as a woman, and want to be with me? So, I retreat into my books, hang around with other girls lacking in looks or confidence, and resigned myself to being a wallflower.

And I was just as shy as ever.

The only man who treated me any differently was my new stepfather, Mr Lovell. That's what I always called him – Mr Lovell, even thought he was married to my mom, and technically family. He's asked me to call him 'John', but it didn't feel quite right somehow. Once, he'd jokingly said that I should call him 'Daddy'. I'd laughed at the thought of it, knowing that he was just kidding. What kind of 18 year old would call their father 'Daddy'? Especially since he wasn't my real father.

I liked him though, a lot. He made an effort with me, asked me about my day, told me about his, cracked jokes, and generally tried to bring me out of my shell. It worked, too. I was more confident around him than I was around other men, although that wasn't saying much.

It helped that he was handsome. Tall, and strong, he worked out every day, and was in amazing condition for a man of his age. He had tanned skin and curly black hair that made him look almost Italian, despite not having a drop of Mediterranean blood. My mom sometimes called him the 'Italian Stallion' as a joke. She thought it was hilarious, and I suppose I found it kinda fun [...]