Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
He still hadn’t called by the time they’d hauled off the old one and set up the new one, and it was already lunchtime. He’d paid and tipped already, so they refused to accept anything from me. I expected him to call and ask how everything went, but crickets all day.
“That asshole jerk.” I decided that I wasn’t going to sit around here waiting for him. “Who the hell does he think he is?”
There’s nothing like having a one-sided fight with someone and spiting the hell out of them when they’re not there. You attack all their triggers in your mind and get bold.
Since he’s the jealous type, I took extra care with my hair and makeup. I pulled out an old summer dress that I hadn’t worn in years. White spaghetti straps, with a skirt that came to just above my knees, with yellow butterflies sprinkled all over the skirt.
I don’t know where the hell I was going, but I was pissed. I slammed out of the house and hopped into my Cabriolet with the top down, threw on my shades and turned my radio on loud.
I was heading out of town, minding my own business, when I heard the sirens. I looked in my rearview mirror and saw that piece of shit strolling his ass in my direction. I put my car in reverse and was about to run his ass over.
That bastard stood his ground, took off his shades, and cocked his brow at me. Shit, dashcam, I can’t leave him as roadkill; more’s the pity. Once he realized that he wasn’t in danger, he continued walking.
“What can I do for you, officer?”
“Ma’am, you were speeding.”
“Was not. You’re a liar.’
“I clocked you doing twenty-six in a twenty-five.” How come I’m not mad anymore? Just two minutes ago, I was ready to flatten him.
“You wanna step out of the car?”
“No!” I folded my arms and looked away from him, and that bastard grinned.
“That dress looks kinda short; where exactly were you off to?”
“Not that it’s any of your business, but I was on my way to meet a friend.”
“Male or female?”
“What’s it to you? Hey!” He reached into my car and put his hand under my dress.
“You’re not wearing any underwear.”
“So?” My heart was beating me to death.
“You see that field over there? Follow me. If you drive off, I’ll put you in a cell overnight.”
He walked back to his car, and I almost gunned it outta there, but I didn’t put it past his psychotic ass to follow through with his threat. I followed him down the little dirt track in the middle of the field and came to a stop behind a line of trees.
There was nothing back there but an old wooden shack that was falling in on itself. Was he going to kill me and bury me out here? He came around his car and came to my driver’s side door.
“Step out of the car.” I got as far as opening the door before he cuffed one of my wrists, and before I could say anything, he had me laid back across the console. He did some magic trick where he put the other cuff through the door handle and clasped my other hand in it, leaving me at his mercy.
All I saw were his hands working on his zipper before I felt him pushing my skirt up around my waist, and then he was just in me. How did he know I was wet?
I tried, ladies and gentlemen. I did my best to stay out of this shit. I have never in all my born days been treated so disrespectfully. That’s what my head was saying, but somehow, my lower half seemed detached from my brain.
When he tore the top of my dress in half with his big ole ape hands, my cooch had the nerve to cum, that two-timing bitch. “You can ignore me all you want, but my pussy is still mine.”
I would kill you in your sleep, you bastard. “You better not say whatever you’re thinking.”
I told him to fuck off with my eyes, but he just laughed and kept pounding into me. When he pretended as if he was going to pull out mid-orgasm, I wrapped my legs around his ass and kept him in place until it was over, but I still wasn’t talking to him.
That’s probably why he bit my nipple harder than usual, trying to get a rise outta me. I squeezed down on that plank he had stuffed inside me, and he hissed and swore. That’ll teach you.
We had some sort of standoff, which I have no idea what the point was. He kept pounding, and I kept squeezing; when he gritted his teeth and started to spasm like he had the colic, I thought I had won; I finally had him. But that bastard went after my clit, and the cooch betrayed me once again.