Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 108190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
By the time she waits for me with her legs wide open, sitting on the windowsill, her naked body pressed against the glass, with everyone in the fucking neighborhood watching her milky white ass, I’m just about ready to burst. The pink of her pussy peeks at me demurely between her dark blonde patch. I stride, completely naked except for my mask, in her direction. Every step I take, she shrinks into a smaller version of herself. Petrified. I love that. I crack my neck and my fingers like I’m getting ready for a fight. When I’m inches from her, I stop.
“You really did a number on me, didn’t you, Silver Spoon?”
Her gaze travels up and her chin sticks out. “Please hurt me.”
I allow her a small moment of silence and anticipation—and then I do.
I slam my sheathed cock between her thighs, finally feeling home again, and slap her ass with a whip that sounds like a scream.
Time.
I wish it’d freeze right now so I could have her this way forever. Nothing in the world will ever live up to this moment. I fuck her against the window and peek through the curtain of her soft hair as she moans Beat’s name again and again and again, digging my dirty fingers into her ass. There’s a small crowd forming under our window, a few Mexican men back from their day of work and two black teenagers. One of them sticks his hand inside his pants when he catches a glimpse of my girl rolling her head sideways, exposing those full pink lips and long lashes behind her long pale hair. With every thrust she bangs against the window, her silky flesh pressing against it for all to see and admire.
“Beat,” she wails, touching the mask, and I feel my cum making its way to the tip of my dick. I swat her hands away and use the base of my palm to bang her head against the window as a warning. “No touching.”
“But, Beat,” she sighs again, a little frustrated, her pussy clenching around me in a death grip. She’s about to explode on my cock. Pea thrashes and bucks, rolling her hips frantically, her inner thighs soaking and dripping with her want for whatever form of me she’s calling to. Neither of us answer.
“Bring me Nate again,” she pleads and bites into my skin, trying to claw the mask away from my face, but I don’t let her. Every attempt to peel the mask off is rewarded with a loud spank. She comes hard, tightening with a force that almost traps my cock in her pussy. “I need to tell Nate something important.” Her mouth almost drips with ecstasy.
I wait for our releases to subside, throw another look to our audience and yank her off the windowsill. She trips into my chest and finally peels my mask away, almost tearing the rubber in the process.
“Nate?” her uncertainty almost makes me laugh.
I’m drenched in sweat and bliss, but I know I need to get my ass into this shower and bolt out of this room before the police end up nailing us for indecent exposure. Wouldn’t that be ironic?
“Yeah?”
Her face battles surprise, her eyebrows knitting together.
“I love you. All of you. Your perfect face. Your beautiful soul. Your ugly deeds.”
“Say it,” I demand, collecting her hair into a ponytail I let loose over her left shoulder. “Again.”
No mom. No dad. No siblings. I need it. I’m getting it. I’m going to take everything she’s willing to give me before we say our goodbyes.
“I love you, Nate Vela. And it scares the living hell out of me. Why’d you have to go and steal my heart like this?”
I don’t answer her with words. They won’t do justice to what I have to say. I kiss her sweet lips that are just starting to heal from splitting open again yesterday. A deep kiss that’s not at all sexual. I wouldn’t call it romantic or soft, either. But it’s intimate. Lazy. Content. Happy. And it’s got our names on it.
I pull her into the bathroom with me, and after a quick shower together, we’re out of the room and back on the road. We still have a few hours to burn until show time, but we won’t spend them like sitting ducks in the apartment where Godfrey’s people found us and a bunch of horny bastards watched us having sex. I stop outside a Walgreens and Pea jogs in to buy some stuff for our operation tonight. The automatic doors swallow her but I can still see that bright red mini dress as she walks up and down the aisles.
While staring at her through darkened windows, I come up with a plan. Something that will help us out of the quicksand we’re drowning in. It’s going to be even harder to face myself after I do it, but I have to do whatever I can to make sure that we’ve got the best chance of getting out of this shit alive. When Pea is done getting the syringes and nail polish remover, she walks straight out of the Walgreens and inside a neighboring Dollar Store. I punch the steering wheel and curse her silently for making a stop she didn’t inform me about.