Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94686 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94686 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
“Why did you hit me?” I risked a look at her breasts. Her nipples were stiff and pushing against her shirt’s thin fabric. I craved to release them and lick those little pink nubs until they swelled and puckered out just how I liked. She would moan and scratch my back like a wild woman, and by God, once she got a hold of my dick, it was over.
“I hit you because you’re being an asshole.”
“How’s that?” I couldn’t direct my view away, and thank God she didn’t seem to notice. A burning sensation pulsed through my dick, heating it up and causing my buddy to rise. He didn’t give two shits about her being family. All he yearned for was to slide in and out of that juicy flesh between her thighs, so pink and ripe for licking. And I did, back in the day, a whole lot. I licked her pussy so much, she’d scream until her throat was raw and her body grew limp. One time, she actually shed tears, mumbling that I’d consumed her.
“Did you even hear what I said?” Viv snapped her fingers. “Troy?”
“What?”
“Stop trying to close me out!” Viv yelled, her breasts jiggled with all the emotion in her chest. She knew what that did to me. It made me crazy when she got loud. So crazy I would resort to ripping away those clothes and doing all the things I’d been trying not to dream of doing.
“Viv I just can’t—”
“I’m not asking you to fuck me. Okay? I’m just asking you not to forget.”
Sighing, I dragged away my gaze from those lovely mounds and returned to her face. “Not forget what?”
“Me.”
“I couldn’t even if I tried and put all of my energy into it.”
That had to have pleased her for a few seconds because she lay back down. “Do you remember what you used to say to me about the stars?”
“Yes. I told you that whenever I had the chance, I would point out as many stars as I could and tell you their names.”
She formed her lips into a big smile. “Well, here we are. The stars are above us. We’ve got nothing but time.”
“The sky will light up in two hours.”
“Fine. We have some time constraints.”
“This is stupid.”
“Come on.”
“Dammit, Viv.” I rubbed my face. “What stars do you want to know?”
“The cool ones.”
“They’re all cool to me.”
“The most popular ones like the Big Dipper.”
I searched the sky. So far out in this distant land, the stars were clearer than they were in Oshane City. They glittered and danced. Viv’s haunting fragrance swirled around me, teasing my nostrils and shifting my body into overdrive. With the night’s beauty and her body, I would be regretting several things by tomorrow morning.
“We should leave.” I couldn’t even turn her way. My gaze remained on those brilliant jewels above me, so far, yet utterly linked to my soul. They had to be, because for all my life, these stars floated high and guarded my fears when I sat on my juvie cots and later jail bunkbeds. In dark moments, the sky was all I had. A small square window so high above me that I was forced to strain my neck to get a perfect view. But I did, every night, and usually fell asleep to them sparkling.
“Just show me three big constellations,” Viv begged.
I pointed up to the brightest star in the sky. “That’s the North Star. In relation to both dippers, it’s like the center of a Ferris wheel. Every day the Big and Little Dipper go around the North Star once.”
“Okay, so the North Star is right there?”
“The brightest one?”
“Yeah, but wouldn’t this be a different view from Oshane?”
“Italy is still in the northern hemisphere so we should be straight.”
She lowered her head and stared at me. “You’re so smart.”
I lifted her chin back up to the sky. “Stop trying to woo me. So the Big Dipper pretty much appears like a bowl with a handle. “
“I think I see something right there.” She gestured in the general direction of the Big Dipper.
“Yeah. If you draw an imaginary line with those stars does it make a bowl and ladle?”
She commenced with painting a picture on the night’s canvas, something more than a handle, but it took her longer than it should have. Giggling, she added swirls and delicate hearts between stars, and every now and then I could’ve sworn she drew in a body or two.
“Thank you.” Licking her lips, she turned my way and trapped me into a kiss. Shock hit me first and then a bolt of lust, so hard my teeth chattered a little before opening my mouth and letting her tongue enter.
Why can’t I get you out of my head?
She moaned against me. It shattered my senses—my ears filled with the sensual sound, my nose drank in her perfume, and my fingers skipped along her soft skin. Trembling, she watched my reaction. Those eyes pierced mine like they always did. She was the only woman I knew who could stare into my eyes the whole time I fucked her. She loved seeing my reactions to her, relished in the whole moment of it all—our moist bodies sliding against each other. Her body full with me. My body overdosing on her. She embraced her sexuality and loved everything about us.