Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 45548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
By the third evening I even got a laugh out of her while she stood at the sink peeling potatoes. “Are you coming to dinner tonight?”
“Do you want me to?” She bit that damn lip again and gave a little shrug like she didn’t care one way or the other. In the last two days anyone seeing these little interactions would think we’d just met each other for the first time and was getting to know one another.
I had her open up about college and what she’d been doing with her life like I hadn’t had a telescope on that shit and was surprised that she didn’t lie. She was really beginning to get on my nerves. Where was the scheming little twit who’d set me up?
This nun like wallflower was not the girl I’d been picturing taking out to the woodshed for the past five years. Speaking of nuns, they hadn’t fucked all week. I wasn’t sure if that was the norm, but I found myself getting antsy at the prospect of seeing him touch her. Shit made me want to kill his fucking ass.
“You know I’m going to fuck you right?” I was never known for having much tact and the startled look she gave me said she thought I meant to do her now. “Relax, your boy will be home soon, it can wait.” If her face gets any redder I’ll have to break out the fire extinguisher.
“You, you shouldn’t say that.” Notice she did not deny me. I’d been working on breaking down her defenses and banking on the fact that she’d once found me attractive.
Each evening when I left her here alone to go wait for Bryan to come knocking on my fucking door like a twelve year old emo kid hopped up on grass, I’d sit at the computer and watch her.
I knew I was getting to her; it was in those little secret smiles she held back for when she was alone. I’d even caught her singing once or twice and she was getting more comfortable with my touch. Shit was coming along nicely, thank fuck.
My dick was about to take point. My emotions, if there were any, were held in subjugation never to see the light of day. I didn’t want to hear one fuck from my conscience and my deceitful heart that kept whispering that maybe she wasn’t so bad after all could get fucked.
I stood from my place at the kitchen table and walked over to her, leaning over her shoulder as I caged her in and ran my nose up her neck to her ear. She shivered and I felt the heat in her arms when I lifted my hands to run them over her flesh.
“I’m leaving now, I’ll see you in a little bit.” Her lips trembled when she looked up at me with those eyes like deep pools of lust and I knew I had her. I resisted the urge to lower my head to hers and headed for the door. I have a sneaky suspicion that I’m losing this fight but we’ll see. Just because I no longer had the urge to wring her neck didn’t mean that she was out of the danger zone.
It was getting harder to climb the damn wall after our little daily rendezvous because my dick stays hard around her. I’m pretty sure she’s felt that shit a time or two. I wonder how tight her pussy’s gonna be around my cock. I’m thinking tomorrow. I wasn’t planning to live in this bitch and I’d already been here longer than I’d planned.
Since I had her pretty much locked down, I was spending more time on the other player in this farce. He or she was still a dark shadow hiding in the wings just out of sight, but I had no doubt it’ll all come together sooner or later. Nothing was taking my focus off of her though and the game was still on.
I went back to my place feeling frustrated and was happy to see that she wasn’t in much better shape. She was standing exactly where I’d left her, looking lost. Gotcha!
She shook herself out of her reverie a few seconds later and went back to peeling and adding potatoes to the boiling water she had in the pot I’d put on for her. I’m no fool, I’ve been watching those two long enough to know that Bryan was one of those good ole boys that thought ‘woman’s work’ was beneath him.
Asshole probably never made it this far past the Mason Dixon line before. Thank fuck mom is one of those sparring hens that didn’t let her men get away with shit. I was raised right. I knew how to treat a woman and even with the fuck fest that was my life, I still had dreams of finding the right one and settling down some day.