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)
So far, the only thing I can think of is that she wants my money, and the only way for her to get it is by marrying me unless she’s running some elaborate scheme with fake names and who knows what else. The name-checked out, her credentials are what she says they are, but there is no record of her before the age of eighteen when she entered college.
It's as if she just magically appeared at that age from out of nowhere. That bothered me on a whole new level. I knew for someone to go to those lengths, there must be a whole cache of dark secrets involved. Maybe it had something to do with her childhood trauma and nothing more.
I held her in place in front of me where I’d taken her down and mounted her just outside the kitchen. “I’m not done with you yet.” She tried pushing me out of her snatch with her cunt muscles, but I guess she forgot we’re a tight fit.
“Behave!” I smacked her ass hard.
“Get off me, you jerk, you’ve ruined my clothes, now I’ll be late for work.”
“You’re not going to work today.”
“Yes, I am. I’ve already called out once.”
“You’re fucking the boss; relax. No one would dare fire you.”
She stopped moving at my insinuation. You see, this is why I can’t get a handle on her; she has no vices that I can tell. The things she shies away from, even the things that piss her off, are the same for me. Her logic, her ideals, they all link up so perfectly with mine that I find it hard to believe she can be up to no good.
But then there’s my gut, and it keeps telling me that something is up with her. “I don’t think that’s funny.”
“What? That you’re screwing the boss? But you are, aren’t you? Maybe in more ways than one.” I know I was being purposely crass to get a rise out of her because I wanted a fight.
Me, who had always avoided confrontation for the sake of peace, wanted to have it out with her. I wanted her to come clean and tell me what the hell she was after so we could put this behind us and move on.
“What do you mean by that? How else am I fucking you?” I’d started moving inside her again while we talked, running my hands along her long slender back. I could count the bones in her spine as they poked at her flesh. She’s so tiny, to my much larger form, so breakable, and why do I always think of her that way? As if she’d break without me.
I wanted to forget it, just enjoy what we have. I know the look in her eyes, so I see it in mine. So whatever it is that she’s after, I know I have her heart and her innocence on my side. I can break through every wall she has, but I want her to come to me, to trust me.
And because she hadn’t, I was now fucking her in my hallway, scraping her knees and her palms against the marble floor as her ass bounced with each thrust I made into her. I made her cum, then dragged her back upstairs to bed. We fought, yes fought, when she slapped me across the face, and I retaliated by smacking her back just as hard.
When she tried to kick me in the balls, I slammed my cock into her to keep her still, then choked her out while she came on my cock. I smacked her cheeks, her chest, and her clit punishingly hard, and she still came.
“Tell me the truth, or I won’t let you cum.” Yes, I was not above bribery.
“Fuck you!” She dragged her nails down my chest, and I felt the sting as she drew blood. I smacked her hip and fucked too hard into her making her eyes water.
Her body bounced off my cock as I pounded her into the mattress. Her face and body were red where I’d smacked her, and so was her hip. “You think I’m playing? Touch yourself.” Her hand went to her clit, and she stroked it while looking defiantly into my eyes.
I felt her pussy tighten around my deep stroking cock and knew she was close. “Stop! I said stop.” I started to pull out as if to leave her, and she cried out and did as she was told. I slid my cock back in and tickled her G-Spot until she tensed up again, then I pulled back.
I kept tormenting her like that until she cried, and then I felt like shit. Her poor heartbreaking sobs tore at my gut, and I ended up holding her until she calmed down. “I’m sorry.” I apologized for making her cry, but I was still pissed.