Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
I walk toward the primary suite and come to a stop when I see the back sliding glass door wide open. Sighing, I walk over to it and pull it closed, locking it. James must have left it open. I won’t let him smoke his weed in my house. And he always has to have one before he goes to bed. When he pays the bills, he can make the rules. Until then, he has to follow mine.
Entering the primary suite, I see him sitting up in bed, watching TV. His eyes meet mine, and he smiles. “Hey, how was work?”
“Good,” I answer, heading to the bathroom. I need a shower.
Just as I shut the door, it opens. I pick up my toothbrush and cover it with toothpaste, and he comes to stand behind me. His hands go to my hips, and I stiffen. “I’ve been waiting up for you.”
“Why?” I ask, running my toothbrush under the water and begin to brush my teeth.
He gently pulls my hair off my shoulders and twists it around his fist, tugging on it. I go to pull away, trying to brush my teeth, but he yanks it back. “James.” Spit and toothpaste flies from my mouth and covers the mirror in front of me. The toothbrush falls from my hand, hitting the countertop before dropping to the floor.
He reaches around and slides his hand into my cotton shorts. “Your pussy is soaked, Brittany. Did grinding your cunt on men who pretend to want you get you all worked up?”
I’d never tell him that the reason I’m so wet is because a man came in me a few hours ago. I don’t answer. Instead, my eyes hold his in the mirror. He smiles, thinking my silence means he’s correct.
He shoves my cotton shorts and underwear down my legs, pushing my chest and face down onto the counter and kicks my legs farther apart with his. He grips his cock, sliding into me, and my eyes fall closed on their own. We may be broken up, but sex was never our problem. He doesn’t have a useless cock; he knows how to use it. It’s the rest of him that needs work.
He pounds into me, my hips hitting the edge of the counter, and I hate how unsatisfied I feel. My body is drained; the guy from earlier fucked me so close to death that I don’t have any energy left. Plus, the drugs have started to wear off. I’m crashing hard.
“Come on, Brittany, come all over my cock, baby,” he groans.
Four years I’ve gone by my new name, and I’m still not used to hearing it. A part of me died when I shot Saint. And Ashtyn was one of those things. I’ll never be who I once was again, and I’ve come to terms with that.
I close my eyes as if I’m close, but I’m just exhausted. I’m going to have to sleep in tomorrow and most of the day to be ready to work the extra shift at my second job tomorrow night.
“That’s it,” he speaks, his cock slamming into me. “Get ready…” he warns.
I know the drill. I’m on birth control, but he refuses to use a condom, and I’ve never let him come inside me. The last thing we need is a child. He’d probably use my job against me, get the kid, and make me pay him child support.
Just my luck, he’d win.
He pulls out, yanks me up off the counter, and spins me around, where he pushes me to my knees. I look up at him, mouth already open, and he places the tip of his cock between my lips while he jacks himself off onto my tongue.
I look up at him through heavy eyes as he closes his, and his warm cum fills my mouth. I swallow the best I can, and he pulls out. “Leave it open,” he orders, and I do as I’m told. He runs his hand along his shaft once more, squeezing what’s left out of the tip and onto my tongue. I wait until he pulls away before I close my mouth and swallow.
I can taste the stranger’s cum from earlier. It was all over James’s cock. It makes me wonder how many times James has fucked another woman before he fucked me, and I wasn’t aware. I’ve never been the jealous type with James. I’d actually be glad to catch him cheating. I’d make a big deal out of it and use it as an excuse to kick him out.
Maybe I’ll pay someone to come on to him, here in my house, and fuck him in my bed. I’d plan it so I walk in on him and kick them both out. I’d pay her of course. An actress deserves money for her time and performance.