Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
“Mommy, can we go in now? I need to go potty,” Levi asks, cutting through my thoughts.
I give my head a sharp shake and try to push away the irritation and frustration I feel over this whole ordeal.
The more I try to figure things out, the less anything makes sense.
And I seriously don’t have time to waste on this stuff right now.
There’s still so much to do…
I help Levi out of the minivan and start carrying all our stuff into the house.
It takes me four trips to get everything inside, and I don’t know if I’ve finally gone completely batshit insane…
Maybe it’s the lack of sleep and all the trauma catching up to me?
But, as I carry the last of the bags inside and shut the door behind me, I hear the faint, unmistakable sounds of a motorcycle in the distance.
And I’m overwhelmed by this intense sense of impending doom.
Chapter Seven
Coy
Snowbird’s lips slowly slide up my cock, her tongue ring trying its damnedest to make me nut in her mouth. When she reaches my head, she swirls her tongue around and around, coating it with her spit. She’s going to try and deep throat my dick again. She’s going to try and shove my long shaft down her throat till her nose touches my pubes.
Won’t happen though, she doesn’t have the skill or throat for it.
Ever since Pappy had to bring up the house, I’ve been on fuckin’ edge. And none of the fucking tails that hang around are helping me out today.
But fuck it, if Snowbird needs to try to reach her goal in life, who am I to stop her?
Putting my hands on the back of her head, I start pushing her down onto my cock. I can feel her gag reflex starting up when I hit the back of her throat, but I push down even harder.
Sex is a necessity; I need the release. It goes against my normal touching limits, but she ain’t gettin’ a fuckin’ cuddle and hug after this shit. She probably wants one, but taking my load is the furthest I’m willing to go with any chick.
At least nowadays.
“Don’t you fuckin’ puke on my lap, Bird,” I bitch at her when I feel drool and spit coming out of her mouth, dripping down to my balls.
She’s struggling not to. I can feel the air gasping out of her as she tries to adjust to me forcing her farther than she’s able go.
Coughing and a retch has me pulling the sweetbutt up and away from my cock.
A long tendril of spit connects us both.
Taking my hands off the back of her head, I let her pull up and away from me. She’s got those black mascara tears running down her face from her eyes waterin’.
It could be sexy watching a chick tryin’ so hard to bring me pleasure even if it makes her miserable, but it isn’t.
She’s not the fucking drug I need to get my mind to shut the fuck up.
“I’m try—" she pants at me. “I’m trying, baby.”
“You’re making a fucking mess,” I growl. “Can you even give a simple fucking blowjob?”
“Baby, I just wanna make you smile. You’re so stressed. All the other girls are saying how mad you are because—"
She goes on and on with her stupid fucking babbling as I tune her out.
Looking at the bottle of whiskey on the desk, I debate slamming it up against her head just to shut her the fuck up.
Grabbing a handful of her hair, I lean down close to her face instead. “Did I ask you to be my fucking shrink?”
Her mouth opens and closes like a fish a couple of times before she shakes her head. “No, Coy. I’m so sorry.”
“Then use that hole in your head for its intended purpose,” I say before shoving her mouth back down on my cock.
Fuck.
I just want to bust a fucking nut and relieve some of the fucking rage building in my body. I want to find some semblance of fucking peace.
What I don’t want is to hear some sweetbutt fucking talking to me about how stressed I’ve been.
Leaning back in the chair, I close my eyes and try to let the tension in my shoulders ease up a bit.
That fucking house is emptying out again, and it’ll be yet another issue I gotta deal with.
Allie’s been gone for five fucking years and that house still stands in my mind as her home.
She’s not here and I’m still fucking suffering.
The feel of Allie’s lips caressing my own floats through my mind. They were so soft and plump. Fuck, she could kiss.
Just the thought of kissing her has my balls tensing up.
I remember the way she would thrust up against me, taking my cock into her tight, wet pussy. I remember the moans next to my ear as she would tell me how good it was.