Total pages in book: 176
Estimated words: 167257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 558(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 558(@300wpm)
I still couldn’t believe how flawlessly I’d pulled it off.
From the moment she’d tried to kill me in a jealous rage three nights ago, I decided I was ready for a girlfriend, and I wanted that girl to be Dream.
Fucked up, I know, but the heart wants what the heart wants.
First, I needed to keep a closer eye on her to make sure I wasn’t wasting my time, and since I wasn’t a conventional man, I’d decided to skip all the courting the way she probably preferred and do things my way.
When I wanted something, I was all in, and I never took no for an answer.
“I thought you said you were tired,” she whispered as she sat on the opposite end of the couch. She eyed me like I’d pounce the moment she let her guard down, and the shit was comical to watch.
“I am.” Unfortunately, I had a routine, and I didn’t like breaking it, no matter how close I was to falling the fuck over.
“You should go to sleep,” she suggested quickly.
I sat back, spread my legs, tossed my arm over the back of the couch, and got comfortable as I eyed her pretty ass. “I will if you come with me.”
Dream gently shook her head and tried to look stern, but she just looked like she had to take a shit. “That’s not happening. I’ll take the couch.” She gave the soft cushions a loving pat.
“Suit yourself.” I had a really nice spare bedroom that my mom spent a lot of time getting ready for guests after I bought the place, but I kept that little detail to myself. Atlas wouldn’t be sleeping anywhere but in my bed.
We sat there in comfortable silence as I smoked, and she played around on her phone until she got bored enough to set it on the coffee table and scoot closer to me. “Why do you smoke so much?” she asked me.
I glanced at her and found no judgment in her eyes, only curiosity.
“I don’t smoke that much,” I answered honestly. “Only when I need to. You just always happen to be around when I do.”
She tucked a dread behind her ear. “So you’re saying it’s my fault?”
“Most definitely.”
Atlas kept her feet tucked beneath her as she scooted a little closer along the couch. “Can I try some?”
I eyed her skeptically. “You really never smoked weed before?”
She shook her pretty little head. “Uh-uh.”
I took another toke and held it in before blowing it out slowly. “Come here.” I patted my lap, making it clear where I wanted her.
She slowly stood from the couch and walked over to me in her heels. I could tell she was nervous but trying to hide it as I sat back and admired her frame in that dress. Her body was fucking perfect. Atlas was what black folks referred to as “slim thick.” She had curves I couldn’t wait to turn with no brakes and long thick legs I wanted to feel on my shoulders before the night was over.
True to her prissy personality, she primly perched her plump ass on my thigh and kept her legs closed and her hands folded in her lap. “Now, can I have some?”
I said nothing as I toked on the blunt and then gestured her closer. She obediently leaned in, an excited gleam in her gaze, and her lips slightly parted as she panted. I pressed our lips together, keeping my eyes open and watching hers widen when I slowly exhaled into her sweet mouth.
Once I gave her everything, I slowly sat back.
“Okay, what now?” she croaked before choking. A puff of smoke bloomed in the space between us as she coughed while holding her chest. “Oh, my God. It buuuuurns!”
“It’ll be all right,” I told her before placing the blunt between my lips and inhaling. “Want another one?”
Atlas eagerly nodded despite the fact that she was still coughing, so I gave her another shot gun. She coughed again, but it wasn’t as bad as before. We went back and forth for a few minutes until only a roach remained. “When does the high start?” she asked me, glassy-eyed.
This girl, man. She was so damn innocent it made my dick hard as a brick.
“It depends. It takes longer for people with a higher tolerance, but it won’t take nearly as long for a first-timer like you. A few more minutes tops.”
“Okay.” She giggled while grinning like a Cheshire Cat. I watched her reach up and palm her cheeks with both hands. “I can’t stop smiling.”
“Here you go.” I groaned. I should have known her ass couldn’t handle a little weed. “Don’t be doing no crazy shit.”
“Like what?” she asked curiously.
I rested my head back against the couch and just watched her. She was so fucking pretty that I low-key found myself staring in awe at her at random-ass times of the day. “Like getting on your knees and sucking my dick.”