Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 129986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Fuck, her pussy is hot.
Hot and tight.
I want a taste but I can’t risk moving her that much, so I carefully draw my finger out of her panties and suck it into my mouth.
She tastes delicious.
I want more. I want to roll her on her back and eat her pussy while she sleeps, but I’d probably have to drug her to get away with that.
I could wake her up. Even if she doesn’t entirely want to, I think I could make her give me a taste. I could fold her body into a position where I could restrain her, hold her hands behind her back with one of mine. Sure, she could call out to her mom for help if she really wanted to, but she wouldn’t. With all her mom’s health stuff, she wouldn’t risk upsetting her.
It shouldn’t turn me on to think of making Aubrey helpless and using her against her will when I actually like her, but apparently, that’s where we are.
She should just get over not wanting to be an asshole back to Anae, then she could fuck me without reservations and we’d both get what we want.
Because I want to experience that, too. I want her arms wrapped around my neck, her straddling my lap with her bare tits pressed against my chest. I want her leaning against me and breathing me in as she takes my cock into her body.
I want all of it.
I suppose raping her right now might get in the way of ever getting to enjoy that little scenario.
How unfortunate.
If I stay here much longer, I might talk myself out of keeping my eye on the bigger prize, so I do the most sensible thing I can in the moment. I roll Aubrey onto her back, straddling her for just a moment and letting my cock press into her softness.
Her eyes drift open. She’s bleary and foggy, maybe a little confused.
I smile reassuringly and lean down to gently kiss her lips. “Go back to sleep,” I murmur.
“Hm?” she questions, too sleepy to even kiss me back.
“I’m gonna go home. I’ll see you tomorrow at school.”
I know she won’t even remember talking to me, she’s so out of it.
When I’m off the bed, she curls up on her side on top of the blankets. There’s an extra one on the bottom of her bed, so I grab that and drape it over her body, just in case it gets chilly overnight.
Belatedly, I remember to zip my pants back up, then I draw out my wallet. I told her I’d give her the cash I owed her for the picture, so I count out $300 and place it on her nightstand. I look over at her again, considering, then on impulse, I grab another hundred.
She deserves a tip.
I turn off her light on my way out of the bedroom. The house is dark and quiet. I move carefully on my way to the kitchen. The house is old, so the floor creaks.
A stack of bills are tipped over on the counter, spilling onto a grocery store sale ad. I move the ad and see quite a few things circled. Probably her grocery list. On impulse, I grab my phone and take a picture of it.
Next, I examine the flowers in the vase on the counter. No card.
These must be the ones she asked me about.
I don’t like the idea that some mystery person sent her flowers, but she said they must be from her mom’s nurse or something along those lines. Her mom’s sick, so I suppose that could be true.
I step away from the flowers and walk to the fridge, looking for any little hint I might find about her. I expect to find family photos, perhaps a drawing or craft from when she was a little girl. There’s one picture of Aubrey and a woman with a scarf on her head, presumably her mother. The older woman resembles Aubrey, but with added stress lines etched into her skin.
Other than that one picture, the refrigerator is covered with old appointment cards, each one with a different specialist’s name on it.
No sign of her father. If there ever was, Aubrey erased him.
She holds a grudge.
Then again, I was a complete asshole to her that first night at my house, and she gave me a second chance.
She also said she didn’t think she could get past her husband cheating on her. With her mother’s experience so fresh, she could have said she never would outright and I would have understood.
She doesn’t forgive those who abandon her.
I think that’s more accurate.
The floor creaks and my gaze darts to the hall. A moment passes and no one emerges from either of the bedrooms, but I had better get out of here so Aubrey doesn’t wake up and find me snooping through the remnants of her life.