Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
“That's okay, Kitten, let’s go to the living room,” I suggest, standing up.
Walking to the living room I'm contemplating my next move. “I should go back out and wait on the locksmith,” she states, stopping behind me.
“No, I don't want you sitting out in the stairwell. What company did you call?”
“First State Lock and Key.”
“Good,” I reply, pulling out my phone and scrolling to their number and tap on it.
“First State Lock and Key, Bob speaking.”
“Hey, it's Lincoln, you got an order to come fix a lock at Unit Two in my building?”
“Yes, we do. Sorry, I only got one guy working today, so it's going to be awhile.”
“That's okay. Have them buzz Unit Three when they get here, the girl is staying up here till he arrives.”
“No problem, Lincoln.”
“Thanks.”
“There, done.” I tap end call. “Now, come sit down.”
“Do you know them?” she asks as we both sit down on the couch.
“Yes, I do.” Before she can ask anything further, I put my hand over hers. “Kitten, do you trust me?”
She looks down at our hands and mutters “I don't know, I mean, I just met you.”
“Did I hurt you last night?”
“No.”
“But I could have. Right?”
“Yes, I guess.” She shrugs
“Okay then, trust me now and tell me what happened.”
She sighs, “Linc, I can't...” I squeeze her hand, stopping her before she can finish the sentence.
“Just tell me what you’re comfortable with. You don't need to give me names or details,” I explain.
She sighs again, but then nods her head and tells me how a nephew of one of the cancer patients is taking the weed she supplied. She tracked him down and went to talk to him, and how they worked out a deal she would deliver him an ounce of weed once a month for free, if he left his aunt alone. “Why did he slap you?”
“’'Cause I told him his new tattoo was ugly, and he should have forgone it and spent the money on his own marijuana.”
“Oh, Kitten,” I laugh. “People take their tattoos seriously, that was a mistake. How did you know it was new?”
“It had a clear bandage on it and the skin around it was red.”
“What was it of?”
“I think it was a dragon, but I'm not positive.”
“So, no one said anything, seeing a guy slap you?”
“I was at his house.”
“Yes, but still, what about the neighbors?”
“There were no neighbors, he lives in a trailer off by itself on a gravel road,” she explains.
Bam, I got what I need to get started. Fresh tattoo of a dragon or something that could be mistaken for one, lives in a trailer off a gravel road.
“It doesn't sound like you’re making out on the deal if you’re giving him free weed.”
“As long as he leaves his aunt’s stuff alone, then I win. Besides he has a couple dogs that are starving, I think I will take some dog food with me when I go out there.”
“He may take that as an insult, Kitten, you might not want to do that,” I warn.
“I'll just tell him someone I know lost their dog and was giving it away and I remembered he had dogs; thought he could use it instead of it going to waste. You know, something like that.” She shrugs.
I cup her face in my hands, turning her to look at me. “You are too sweet, Kitten. People will take advantage of that.” I trace her lips with my tongue. Her mouth opens, slipping my tongue in she wraps hers around mine, licking and caressing it, making me groan. Running my hands through her hair, I press my body against hers, pushing her down on the couch. “I want to look at you,” I mutter against her lips. She shuts her eyes and purrs. Sitting up, I straddle her with my knees and grab the hem of her shirt, pulling it up over her head and off her arms. “Let me see and taste your beautiful tits again,” I nearly groan against her chest as I reach under her and unhook her bra. Sliding it off her arms, I throw it to the floor. Taking her left breast in my mouth, I tease her nipple with my tongue as I twist and pull on the other between my fingers. She moans and her head lolls as she arches her back, pressing her tits into me harder. God, I want her so bad.
Sitting up, I straddle her again down by her thighs. I run my hands over her breasts and down her stomach to her jeans. “I want to see all of you,” I remind softly, as I unbutton them. Getting off the couch, I grab the waistband. “Lift your hips, Kitten.” She complies and I slowly run my fingers along her skin as I pull them and her panties down her legs. “Do you know how beautiful you look lying on my couch naked, C?” I ask as I take her shoes off and finish removing her jeans and panties. She moans and whimpers as my hands return to her legs, rubbing and caressing them up to the apex of her thighs. Goose bumps form on her skin as I dip my head between her legs and mutter against her mound, “Kitten, your pussy is so pretty, smooth except for this cute little landing strip of hair.” I run my hands over it, tugging the little patch, then groan and lick my lips wanting to taste her. “Spread your legs, let me see your sweet clit and pink pussy.” She spreads her legs a little, but not far enough. “More,” I say harder than intended as I part her legs. I bring her left knee up, draping it over the back of the couch, while pushing her right knee down so her foot sets flat on the floor. Her face turns red with embarrassment, making me smile.