Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
I gasp at this man, my hands going still for a moment because his words are so crude and the tips of my ears burn red. Yet, I’m going warm and needy inside because his comment promises that we’re going to be doing this again. Even more, Roland’s promising to take my holes and leave something of himself in each one, as dirty as it sounds. Suddenly, a hot wave of lust consumes me because the truth is that I want to repeat what we just did … and next time can’t come soon enough.
CHAPTER 4
Tess
I feel so guilty. The ground should open up and swallow me whole right at this very moment because there’s no way I should have done what I did. I had hot sex with my husband’s dad yesterday, and it was amazing. It was incredible, mind-blowing, and utterly fantastic, and now, I can’t stop thinking about what happened.
But the truth is that even as I berate myself silently, my body wants to experience that hedonistic pleasure again. Every cell in my being vibrates with the memory of Roland’s hands and tongue all over my sweetest spots, and I feel like I’m moving in a liminal state where things are happening around me, and yet I’m not really here. It’s as if I’m in another world, still dreaming of the handsome felon, and making him come hard as he pushes his knowing tongue into my slick pussy.
A tremor of need rushes through my sweetest spot and I have to sit down on my dorm room bed. What the hell am I doing? I know what I’m doing at the moment, of course. I’m packing my stuff because Rolly and I are supposed to move into an apartment for married couples this weekend. Yet, the task leaves me empty because after making love to the father, I know I can’t go back to the son. Rolly’s just too much of a boy, and the thought of being intimate with the young man after indulging with a true alpha male makes me almost nauseous.
Of course, Rolly and I have had sex in the past, but honestly, the last time was probably the day we got married at City Hall, so it’s been two weeks since he last touched me. How many newlyweds barely make love after getting hitched? That should be a tell-tale sign in and of itself. But I don’t want to be intimate with him again because my husband couldn’t get me wet no matter how hard he tried. He attempted to finger my pussy hole and even licked my clit a bit, but again, the boy is just so inept and clueless. He was also leaving huge gobs of saliva everywhere, which turned me off. It was gross and I was a little icked-out, to be honest.
But what am I supposed to do now? Bad sex or not, Rolly is still my husband. Yet, I’m caught in a horrific bind because I’ve made love to his father now, and I can’t undo my actions. Even worse, I don’t want to undo my actions. The memory of Roland’s big hands on my curves makes me shudder with need once more as my pussy clenches involuntarily. This can’t keep going the way it is.
You know what you need to do, the voice in my head chides gently. You’re not a woman who can handle two men at once.
Yes, but I just got married! my conscience screams. How can I divorce Rolly after we just tied the knot?
It doesn’t matter, the voice comes again. You’ve already overstepped so many boundaries, so don’t make things worse, Tess. Do the right thing. You know you have to.
Tears come to my eyes as my hands go still. I take a deep, shuddering breath and squeeze my eyes shut for a moment, just trying to come to terms with the reality of my situation. After all, my conscience is right. I’ve already gone way past what would be considered “okay,” “acceptable,” or even “normal” by society, and the only thing to do is to course correct, no matter how painful it is. I don’t even care about the embarrassment anymore. So what if I had a starter marriage that lasted only a blink of the eye? It happens to lots of people these days.
Choking down a sob, I put the t-shirt I was folding down and take another deep breath. My vision is blurry because this confrontation is going to be awful, but I know there’s no choice because it needs to happen. Grabbing my purse, I spin towards the door and swing it open before stepping into the dorm hallway. Breaking Rolly’s heart is going to be utterly painful, but at this point, there’s no choice but to proceed.
With quick steps, I make my way across campus to my husband’s dorm. We live a fifteen minute walk apart from each other, and I use the time to try and calm myself down. I dash away the tears on my cheeks while avoiding eye contact with any passerby, and manage to make it to his dorm without any problems.