Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 129571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Don’t you do it, tesoro. I’ll get you back. Don’t you even think about it.
“What’s my name, Chase?”
“Goddess,” I said a little louder.
“Huh?” She dug her hand into her pocket book and pulled the small remote control out. “I can’t hear you that well.”
I whispered in her ear, “Damn you, woman. Do not do it right now.”
The evil woman narrowed her eyes at me and pressed the button.
The ring vibrated on the point of my cock. I held the edge of the table and groaned. People paused from talking and glanced at me.
I just had to introduce toys to our bedroom. Now she’s found a toy for me.
My cock throbbed from the ring around it, buzzing and vibrating. I gritted my teeth and did my best to not jump up and start fucking the air.
“Everything okay over there, Chase?” Kyle asked.
Sweating, I nodded my head. “Ummhmm.”
That was all I could get out through the drumming in my cock.
Kyle returned to the long, drunken toast.
Jasmine giggled.
Get her pussy off my mind. Think through this, man! You will not start humping the fucking table. You are Chase Stone. You are a god ... oh God. It feels so good. Just one little push.
I grunted as Jasmine stroked the back of my neck.
“Evil,” I whispered. “Evil woman.”
“Payback.” She landed a kiss on my cheek and rose from her seat. “I’m sorry, Kyle. I really have to go to the ladies’ room. Promise me you won’t tell all of the good stuff.”
“Don’t worry.” Kyle laughed. “I’ll save all the really embarrassing stuff for when you get back.”
“Thanks.” She trotted off in that tight blue dress that tightened around her body just so. I glanced back at her, the toy still vibrating inside of my pants. Where are you going, evil woman? She wore no panties under that outfit. A fact that she’d enjoyed telling me, during the ride to dinner. And she wouldn’t let me touch her. Not until I put her toy on in the limo’s backseat.
I had no idea where she’d found the damn thing. The small ring was the perfect circumference size of my cock with a small part on the side to adjust it, if needed.
Did she measure it while I was sleeping? This woman will always be a mystery to me.
It was silver and barely an inch long. I slipped it on my cock head and the cool metal hugged the erection’s rim. My cock hadn’t gone down since. It just stayed stiff in my pants, ready to bust, she kept pressing that remote control.
I jumped up from the table. “Let me show you how to get there.”
Kyle stopped with his story and asked, “What’s that buzzing sound?”
“Nothing. Talk about your damned story.” I tripped over my seat. The chair fell back. The buzzing sound rose. “Tesoro!”
She looked back at me and pressed the button on the remote in her hand. The toy shut off, and in that moment I realized I’d been gripping my cock the whole time. The whole dinner party started at me.
“I don’t think I hear the buzzing anymore,” Kyle admitted.
“There was no buzzing. Just tell the damned story.” I stalked off. “I’m going to show Jasmine where the bathroom is.”
My friends snickered.
Jasmine walked away, twisting those succulent hips. “I know the way.”
Jasmine and her surprises. They’re going to kill me one day.
The incident at the Doll House hit my head for a minute. It took a lot for me to push through my emotions and keep walking toward her. That day, she was supposed to be at the caterers. Next hour, she called and told me that Benny was dead. Days later, she sank deeper into depression. I took Vivian and her away from Miami, put us on a boat, and had us sailing around the Caribbean Islands for a month. We swam, fished, laughed, drank, and cried.
I think both of them healed a little, although it would probably take them years to be able to say Troy’s name without crying.
We cruised all over.
Then one day, Jasmine woke up and said it was time.
“Time for what?” I continued to spoon that lush behind.
“Time to go.”
“Where does my tesoro want to go?”
“South End.”
“Dear God, anywhere but there.”
“I’ve got some ideas.” She inched away from me and pulled away the covers.
“You’ve got ideas? That scares me.”
“What are you trying to say?” She hit my chest and climbed out of bed.
I got up with her, and gazed out the yacht’s lower deck window. The boat rocked us into a soothing calm. I’d enjoyed that rocking. I might not have been ready to return to Oshane City, but I damned sure wouldn’t be going to South End.
Why does she want to go there now?
Out the window, the sea spread out in lovely waves that crashed into themselves over and over. The surface rippled as the sun hit it with golden light.