Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
I hope my words will speed up this interaction, but the little weasel whines some more about not having the money right now. That’s the last straw for me and I pick him up by his jacket collar and shake him.
“How about this? You pay up now or I kill you?”
His eyes grow wide and droplets of sweat form on his forehead.
“Please don’t kill me. I promise I’ll have the money in twenty-four hours.”
We’ve spent six hours grilling this punk. If he could come up with the cash tonight, you bet your ass he would. Well then, I guess I have no choice.
“Bobby, you’re going to tail this little shit until he coughs up every penny. When he sleeps, you watch through the window. He doesn’t go to the bathroom without you. Clear?”
“Yes, boss. I’ve got him.”
The punk nods and wipes his sweat with his sleeve. “That’s fine. No problem. He can watch me. I’ve got nothing to hide.”
“You’re a thief. All thieves have something to hide. Now get out of my sight.”
I pack up my things and make a mad dash to the car. It’s like I’ve spent the whole day with an itch I just can’t reach to scratch. Tasting her sweet lips wasn’t enough to satisfy my appetite, and right now, I’m starving.
The house is dark and quiet when I get here. The dogs whimper and then settle back down on their beds as I check the kitchen, hoping Cassidy might be at the table waiting for me to get home. She isn’t. She went to bed, and who can blame her? I didn’t expect to be stuck in an interrogation well after sunset.
I pour myself a drink, then another, then another. When my insides are warm from the liquor, I head upstairs. I pass Cassidy’s door and see that her lights are off, so I continue toward the stairs to the third floor.
Even after I undress and shower, I know I won’t be able to sleep. I’ve got it too bad for this girl, and she’s sleeping just downstairs. She wants me as much as I want her. If anything, that kiss earlier was proof enough, and we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Who knows what might have happened if nobody interrupted us?
I need to see her. If she’s sound asleep, then I’ll take that as a cue to come back and jerk off to thoughts of her. But if she’s awake…
The brass doorknob feels cool against my fingertips, and I wonder if she kept the door unlocked just like the other night. I hear a faint click and feel a rush of relief. The door yields, and I push it open just a fraction to slip inside.
I close it behind me and allow my eyes to adjust to the darkness. A hint of moonlight streaks into the room, illuminating the outline of her tiny frame. I step closer and see her wearing some sort of silky little number that exposes the roundness of her tits. Christ.
Needing to see more, I gently pull down the covers and trace the lines of the outfit to her ass. It’s hiked up enough that her smooth globes are almost completely uncovered. I think I hit the damn jackpot here. With an outfit like this, maybe she’s expecting me. Who else will she wear it for?
I slide beside her, the mattress dipping under my weight, her back against my bare chest. Pushing her hair to the side, I lean forward and touch my lips on her nape. She stirs but doesn’t do anything else. With one hand wrapped around her waist, I continue kissing and licking the sensitive spots on her neck. She squirms and pushes her ass towards my crotch.
“You awake, baby girl?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
“I’m gonna make you feel good. Do you want that?”
“Yes.”
I lay her on her back and hover over her, watching her eyes turn glassy. Without taking my eyes off her, I grab her thong and tug it down her legs. Her breath hitches as I push her legs apart, running my calloused hands along her smooth thighs and kneeling between them.
“I’m about to taste your pussy, baby girl. Do you want me to stop?”
Her hand clutches the sheet, back arching. “No. Please don’t.”
That’s all the permission I need.
Parting her velvet folds with my thumb, I lower my head and lick her slit. Fucking delicious. She bucks, but my hands steady her hips. Draping her legs over my shoulders, I take my time sucking and licking her clit, and enjoying the taste of her pussy. Cupping her ass, I lift her so I can eat her better.
The moment I sink my tongue into her inner walls, her thighs tighten around my head and she moans, making my cock twitch and strain against my zipper. I’m still flattening my tongue on her sensitive button when I reach between us and slide a finger inside her.