Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
“I need you, Max,” she moaned.
Needing no further invitation, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. She slid down on my waiting cock. I growled as she eased down all the way, my engorged shaft stretching her, pushing against her tight walls.
She looked wild, bouncing on my cock, her lips slightly parted and her breasts bobbing with every thrust. I gripped her ass and bounced her faster, grinding up to fuck her even deeper.
Within minutes, Lillian came, her fingers digging into my shoulders. No woman had ever made me feel that good. I fought the onslaught of sensation until I couldn’t anymore. My balls tightened and I thundered into her, pumping every drop of my cum deep inside her.
Afterwards, we made our way, laughing into the house. A shared shower later, we slipped into bed, but I couldn’t fall asleep. My mind was abuzz with what would happen once we had unmasked my enemy.
“You can’t sleep?” she whispered.
“I’m going to have to go away for a couple of days,” I said.
A shadow came over her features, but it passed, replaced by a mischievous look. “In that case, I have a goodbye present for you.”
My mood lifted. “I love goodbye presents.”
She moved down between my legs. Her mouth was heaven around my cock and soon I found myself plunging my cock deeper into her mouth.
She did things with her tongue that completely undid me, leaving me with bare seconds to utter a warning.
“I’m going to come, Lillian.”
Her answer was to suck my cock harder.
Chapter 49
Max
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Osyw6Svv8U
Chris was on honeymoon, but the investigator he had hired was already in the process of unravelling the identity of the owner/owners of the shell company that had made the first offer.
Tick tock, tick tock. I could feel time passing.
Soon I would know. And the beautiful life I had built on a bed of lies would tear and I would fall into the dark pit below.
On an impulse, I got into my car and drove to Connecticut. I needed the time alone. I picked up my sports car, put the top down, and blasted the music as I hit the freeway. But it didn’t feel good. It felt strange. Nothing felt good without her. The more I told myself she was no good and I hated her, the more intensely I wanted her.
As I drove into the driveway of my parents’ home, I thought about the weekend I spent here with Lillian. I went upstairs to my room and I saw it with new eyes. I saw it with her inside it. On my bed.
I sat on the bed and stared out of the window and suddenly it occurred to me in a flash.
I was in love with her!
It was so shocking, that I refused to accept it. I pushed the thought away. No, that was not it. It was just lust. No more.
Slowly, I stood and went downstairs.
To my great surprise, my mother was in the rose garden. She was gardening, of all things.
“Hello, darling,” she called.
“Since when did you start getting your hands dirty?” I asked.
She straightened up and waved with her gloved hands. “I’m not exactly getting my hands dirty.” She looked at the rose bush she had been working on with a pensive look. “It’s weird what old age does to you. You start to enjoy the oddest things.”
“You’re not old, Mother.”
She shrugged and dropped the pruning snips she was holding. “Let’s go in for a pot of tea.”
I followed her into the music room, where Rosella came with a tray of tea and biscuits.
My mother delicately bit into a biscuit, then took a sip of tea. “How was lunch with Paige?”
“Good, we cleared the air between us and I think we both understand that we can only be friends,” I said. “She said to tell you that she tried.”
An expression of irritation came to her eyes. “Max, what do you want? Paige is perfect for you. We’ve known her family for years and you’ve known each other from childhood. There won’t be any nasty surprises down the road.”
“I’m not interested in Paige, Mother. I never have been.” I was surprised to note that my voice had no emotion in it. The deadness had a finality to it that succeeded in piercing my mother’s stubborn constitution.
She sighed. “I had hoped…”
“I know,” I said gently, “but when or if I do decide to get married, it will be a woman of my choice… not yours.”
“You’re surely not serious about that secretary of yours though, are you?” she asked unhappily.
“And if I am, will you stand in my way? Will you only be happy when I am as unhappy as you were in your marriage?”
I held her gaze until she shook her head in a defeated gesture. “No, I won’t stand in your way.”