Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 29003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
He exhales hard as he looks at me. “You have to understand… Back then… It wasn’t scary to us. It was just another day at the office. That’s what we did. It was… fun.”
“Fun?!”
He laughs as he looks at me. “Yeah. Fun.”
Speaking of fun… I want to have some.
I crawl to him, letting the cool bed sheet slide over my ass.
The look in his eyes turns from amusement to hunger as I get up and straddle his body. His strong hands cup my tingling breasts as I pull the sheet off his lap. I moan when he squeezes them, showing me his incredible strength.
“I’m glad you made it out,” I say as I slide my wet pussy onto his firm shaft. He moans as I grind against it. “I’m glad you’re still in one piece.”
“Which piece are you most glad for?” he asks in a deep throaty voice.
I reach down and grab his thick long dick which is soaked with my hot juices. “This one.”
We both moan as I arch my hips up, guide his beautiful cock to my opening, and slide it inside. I’m in heaven as I sink down on it, feeling the firm length penetrating deep inside me.
He’s so big. He’s a mountain of a man.
And he’s all mine.
I grab onto his broad shoulders and start riding him, moving my hips up and down at a fast pace.
His ravenous brown eyes are fixated on my breasts as they bounce up and down in front of his face. I love fucking this man. I want him inside me every day from now on.
Those big hands slide onto my ass and he starts moving me up and down like he’s jerking himself off with my pussy.
I’m so wet. It’s gushing out of me and making a mess all over his pelvis, his cock, and his big masculine balls.
“God, your pussy is good,” he growls as I push down on him and grind my clit on his hard pelvis. “You’re incredible, baby girl.”
I love it when he calls me that. I’ve always wanted to be his baby girl.
I ride him again until we’re both crying out and cumming all over each other. I scream out his name as the orgasm burns through me like sweet bliss.
His hot cum coats the inside of my pussy as I collapse onto his chest and he wraps those big arms around me. I’m trembling as he holds me tight.
It should be perfect, but there’s an uneasy feeling gnawing at the back of my mind.
Something unsettling has been hovering in my head all morning. It only hits when Jack gets up to make us coffee and I’m lying in bed by myself.
“The picture! Shit!”
I leap out of bed, wrap Jack’s humongous robe around me, and race down to the kitchen.
He smiles when he sees me and the beautiful sight of him shirtless in his black boxer briefs making coffee in his kitchen is so heart-stopping that it makes me forget all about my worries. But just for a second.
“Can I use your computer?” I ask him, trying to hide the panic in my voice.
“It’s in my office,” he says. “Help yourself.”
I race up the stairs and into his office. I go straight to the laptop on his desk and pull up my Facebook page.
“Shit! No, no, no, no, no!”
A picture of me and Michele at the bar last night is on my page. She tagged me in it.
Look who I ran into at the Cliffside Tavern in the Greene Mountains!
She even put my location. I’m so screwed! I immediately untag myself and send her a message to please delete it, but she had posted it last night shortly after we ran into each other.
Crenshaw’s girlfriend’s warnings ring in my ears as I drop down on the desk chair, feeling like I might be sick.
No real names, no social media, no phones. He’ll track you down with it… He’s relentless. He’s merciless.
And now I’ve gone and put Jack in danger too. This is not good.
“Everything okay?” he asks at the door. “I heard you swearing.”
I can’t even look at him. I’m too ashamed. How could I be so freaking stupid? I shouldn’t have taken a picture with Michele. She puts everything on social media!
“I messed up.”
He walks over and sits on the desk in front of me.
“What happened?”
I show him the picture of me with the town name right under it. “The guys who are after me are going to come here now. They’re going to find me.”
“No,” he says as he turns the laptop toward him and starts clicking around. “They’re going to find me.”
“That’s even worse!”
“Post this picture,” he says as he turns the laptop back around. It’s a picture of me from yesterday with Jack’s house in the background. “And write something like, ‘Having fun on Silvergray Mountain!’”