Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
I felt my lips soften in a smile. “I’m glad you didn’t let that change you because I love who you are.”
His eyes remained on mine, hard and serious.
“What happened to her?”
He gave a shrug. “No idea. I don’t keep tabs.”
“And was she your only serious relationship?”
“Pretty much.”
“Your parents liked her?”
“Not at first, actually,” he said. “She was a bartender, so they weren’t impressed with that. But she charmed them just the way she charmed me. That was probably why they believed her story over mine, because she built that reputation with them.”
“They still shouldn’t believe her over their own son.”
He gave another shrug. “It is what it is.”
“She single-handedly destroyed your relationship with your parents. How can she live with that?”
He gave another shrug. “I think she lives with that just fine.”
I gave a subtle shake of my head. “She’s lucky you haven’t killed her.”
“Ironic, isn’t it?” he said with a smirk. “It would be easy for me to make it look like an accident…to ask a friend to do it for me…lots of options. But I won’t perpetrate a crime against her I’ve already been convicted for. That’s not my style.”
“I don’t think my father would hesitate.”
“I know for a fact he wouldn’t.” His smirk died away.
“I’m so sorry this has happened to you,” I said quietly. “Losing your parents…”
He turned his gaze and looked out the window.
“I wouldn’t know what to do without my father.”
His look remained on the street, watching people pass by as they headed to dinner or home. There was no playfulness in his eyes or across his lips. His eyes didn’t have their usual light, their usual mirth. In that instant, he looked broken. “You get used to it.”
When we returned to my apartment, it was quiet.
I’d just set my clutch on the table when he came up behind me and slowly pulled the zipper down, opening up my back to him. The air hit my exposed skin, and I felt the bumps form everywhere, felt my hair stand on end.
The material over my shoulders came loose, and the dress slowly sank down, falling to my stomach and then over my hips to the floor. His hand unclasped the strapless bra, and that fell too.
His thick arm circled over my stomach, and he pulled me back into him, his head dipping to kiss my shoulder, trailing kisses closer to my neck.
My hand grasped on to his forearm, and I felt him tug me against him, feeling the rod of his dick right against my back.
His other hand scooped to my chin, and he turned my face toward him so he could kiss me, dipping his body down to catch my lips as he tugged me into him and brought my ass right against his dick in his jeans.
He brought a fire to my heart, a warmth to my cold skin. My pulse raced at his touch, like this was the first time instead of a trip down memory lane. He guided me to face him, bringing me close so he could deepen our kiss now that we were face-to-face.
My hands slid under his shirt and tugged it up, bringing it over his head to reveal his rock-hard pecs and thick shoulders. My fingers felt his searing skin and traced all the mountains and valleys of his arm muscles. Then I loosened his jeans and tugged them down as my mouth was full of his tongue. I tugged his boxers too, setting that monster cock free from its restraints.
Then I dropped to my knees.
He inhaled a noticeable breath as he watched me, excited just the way all men were when this moment arrived. His fingers slid into my hair to get a grip before my lips even touched him.
I flattened my tongue and opened my mouth, pulling him inside me right away instead of teasing him with a couple of kisses. I pushed as far as I could go before I drew back, repeating it over and over, cupping his balls with my small hand at the same time.
He seemed to like it because his fingers deepened in my hair, and he started to guide me, telling me exactly how hard he wanted me to suck his dick. As with everything else he did, he liked it hard and fast, and he destroyed my mouth the way he destroyed my pussy, barely giving me a chance to breathe, to swallow.
But then he pulled his cock out, like that wasn’t how he wanted the moment to end. He helped me to my feet then walked to the couch, dropping into the center of it, knees spread far apart, his glistening dick against his stomach. His arms stretched over the back of the couch too. “Come on, baby.”
I climbed onto his lap, straddled his hips, and then grabbed his base to position him at my entrance. I slowly dropped down onto his length, waiting for my body to accept his entry, and then I slid down until my body winced in protest. No other dick had ever hurt this bad and also felt this good.