Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
At first I wasn’t sure what she was doing.
I could hear drawers open and close.
The squeaky boards of her floor as she walked across them.
Then the light in the window had turned on.
I’d watched with rapt attention through the curtains, made sheer by the light, as she’d walked to the bed, lifted her leg to place on the edge, and then proceeded to masturbate.
The sounds of her breathing had picked up.
Her cries of pleasure tore through me, making my eyes cross as I gathered my willpower around me and held onto my bike’s handlebars for dear life.
Now we were on minute thirteen of masturbation, and my eyes widened as she pulled out a monster of a dildo.
She was helpful by holding it up to the light for me to see, working it over one breast, then the other.
Then she brought it up to her mouth, licked it up and down, then proceeded to lower her hand and run the massive thing up and down the lips of her sex.
Most of it was only my imagination since I couldn’t see everything.
I only assumed that was what she was doing, but it wasn’t rocket science.
And when she no longer kept the back and forth movement, but switched to the up and down movement, I knew she’d inserted the dildo into her pussy.
Knew it with the same sureness that the sun would rise in the morning.
Her head fell back, and her locks of hair cascaded down her back in rolling waves.
Her free hand lifted, and she plucked at her nipple.
Her breathing hitched, and she started to chant my name like a war cry.
“Mig! Oh, God. Yes, Mig!” She keened.
Even if I hadn’t had my phone’s audio stuck on, I would’ve still heard those cries.
And had she screamed anybody else’s name in that moment, I would’ve burst through her backdoor, walked into her room, and then fucked the ever loving hell out of her to inspire her to use only my name from then on.
And then her orgasm was upon her, and she collapsed onto the bed face first.
The only thing I could make out then was her heart shaped ass.
And the only image I could conjure up was my cock lining up with her soft entrance, surging inside, and claiming what should be mine.
The only thing that saved her was the trill of my phone.
I pressed on the screen where my answer button used to reside, and was thankful when the phone immediately stopped ringing, indicating I’d answered the call.
“Yeah?” I grunted.
Griffin’s tone didn’t sound at all happy.
“Found the ex-husband.”
I nodded. “Okay? Where is he?”
“He’s dead,” Griffin confirmed.
I sighed, rotating my neck to try to alleviate some of my tension that’d just built due to Annie’s little show.
“Fuckin’ perfect. I’ll see you as soon as I can get someone here. Where am I meeting you?”
Yeah, this was going to be a long, long night.
Chapter 11
Somewhere out there there’s a tall guy with tattoos, a beard and muscles that likes cuddling as much as I do.
-Text from Tasha to Annie
Annie
“Did you make him think you were stupid in the ways of a gun?” Lenore asked leaning forward.
I had to smile at the way she was standing.
She was leaning against her glass display case where she’d just been stocking her new dildo collection, and with the new position, it looked like she was holding a bouquet of dildos to her chest like the most prized possession.
“Yes,” I laughed, pulling my phone out of my pocket and snapping a picture of her. “I did. And he gave me a big old long lecture about gun control and how stupid accidents occur with people who don’t know their tits from their hands.”
Well, he’d been more tactful than that, but I knew for certain that he wanted to say more than he had.
Griffin, who’d been lazing in a sex swing of all things, snorted.
“I can’t believe he was fooled by your act. It won’t take him long before he figures it all out. And he won’t be happy,” Griffin drawled.
I shrugged.
That wouldn’t be my fault.
“Then what happened?” She asked.
I blushed, looking covertly at Griffin.
I shouldn’t have, because he saw the glance, and grinned huge.
“Well?” He teased.
I blushed harder.
Leaning forward so hopefully only Lenore could hear me, I said, “I masturbated with that dildo I got from you yesterday.”
Griffin burst out laughing.
“And let me guess, he heard you?” Griffin guffawed.
I glared at the bastard.
“What are you doing here, anyway?” I snapped.
He held up his hands. “I’m babysitter today.”
Ahh, that made sense.
I was still being watched, and he was just making it easier on himself by being in here with his wife and me instead of outside on his bike like the rest of them did.
I’d just opened my mouth to reply to that comment when I saw a police cruiser pull up to the curb and stop in front of my building.