Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37047 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37047 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
“Yeah, maybe a little bit too much. How about I spoil you for a change?”
I walked over and grabbed her face for a kiss. Even now, with all that’s been going on, I could still look past all that and see only her. Maybe I’m a fool because I’m almost certain she has an agenda, but I can’t seem to make myself care. I want her; I just want to be with her, to bask in her light and listen to her laughter that soothes my soul.
GENEVIEVE
“OH, MR. JARVIS, YOU NAUGHTY BOY.” I laid on my back with my ass hanging off the bed and my knees back to my ears with my hands holding them in place while he ran his cock back and forth up and down my slit. He’d walked into the room with a whole lot of extra strength and energy, bursting at the seams to be released.
He'd kissed me hard and long before ripping another new outfit that had cost him an arm and a leg to shreds, then threw me down on the bed. This time he didn’t have the patience to eat my pussy; he just wanted in. One long hard fuck later, he was now going back for seconds.
He was in some kinda mood, dirty, aggressive. He’d dipped his cock in my ass a time or two without lube, and I could tell he was really tempted. “I’m going to fuck you hard all night. I thought I would calm down after fucking you so hard just now, but it’s gonna be worst this time; I’m sorry.”
No sooner had he said those words than he was pushing into me. He wasn’t his usual careful self this time either; he just shoved it all in me as if he was actively trying to hurt me. I bit my lip and didn’t say anything because I’d got what I wanted, at least part of it anyway.
I let him hate fuck me in anger and came too many times to count, which only seemed to encourage him since I couldn’t stop creaming all over his cock. That’s why now he’s pulling my hair and spanking my ass while he fucks me from his and my favorite position.
My body was on fire from cumming so much, and the way he kept spanking my ass just as his cock bottomed out in my pussy was making me squirt and gush all over his ten-thousand thread count Egyptian cotton sheets.
Sweat glistened off of both our bodies as we strained against each other, pushing and pulling. My ass and my pussy were on fire, and my throat was raw from screaming. The freedom to do that in my new house was liberating. And fuck yes, it’s my house. I may have grown soft on Gregory, but my focus is laser-sharp when it comes to my revenge. And luckily, a lot of things seem to be lining up to give me both.
Like, one of my goals had been to take over this house. But now that I want Gregory, I want the house for that reason, to make a life here with him. The lines were becoming blurred once again so that the things I wanted to settle the score might be the very things that unravel my relationship with Gregory.
What will he do if he finds out the truth? That I’d gone after him in the beginning just to seek revenge? Would he accept and believe that I’d really and truly fallen for him? What if he did get me with child? Would he then hate me, punish me for being a part of his life that he no longer wants?
I felt a slight fear at the thought, and my first real doubt set in. I can’t be a hypocrite and say I wasn’t pleased to see them both being thrown out. It did my devious heart good. But how long before Gregory forgets his anger and resents me for my part of the reason why he sent them away?
This is why you should never let emotions become a part of you. I had none of these problems when I was working out my issues. The plan to have a child was only to thwart Darla-Sue, to take away the father she had to herself all these years.
But now I want to have his child because I want to have a little boy who looks just like him. I want to raise babies with him. But how will he feel when he finds out what I had done to their sister? He’d almost caught me earlier when he first walked in. I’d been at the window ever since I came inside. I’d cracked it ever so lightly so that I could listen in on their conversation, and then when he walked away, I’d waved goodbye to her in a most condescending way. That is why she’d screamed because I was taunting her. And I’d been doing it even more when he walked in.