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)
Cassidy is operating purely on instinct, rotating her hips and bobbing up and down. I pinch her pretty pink nipples as she finds her rhythm, but once she does, she’s off and running. Each stroke takes her closer and closer to release, but I have to speed up the process or I’ll blow my load.
I force her down on my shaft and rock her body backward and forward against my full length. Hitting all the right places, she throws her head back and cries out. Her body quakes and shivers as her inner muscles contract. She’s still riding the wave when I flip her over and thrust myself into her, filling her with thick spurts of my seed.
I roll off her and pull her onto my chest. She’s not going anywhere. She’s right here where she belongs.
13
CASSIDY
The next few weeks with Chris are like something out of a dream.
I wait anxiously for him to come home each day, and when he does, he gives me some sort of trinket to let me know he’s been thinking about me.
Sometimes, it’s chocolate or flowers. Other times, it’s perfume, a silk scarf, or an expensive pair of sunglasses. He doesn’t need to shower me with gifts, but it makes him feel good and I love knowing I mean so much to him that he’d make time each day to pick something out for me.
When he arrives home today, he hands me a bouquet of daisies and kisses me on the cheek. His face carries a more serious expression than usual, and I’m immediately concerned.
“Did something happen today?”
“You could say that. It’s something I need to discuss with you.” He takes my hand and leads me to the dining room table. “Sit down so we can talk.”
“You’re scaring me. Is everything alright between us?”
He takes my hand and squeezes it lightly. “Everything is great between us. What I need to tell you is that today was your father’s deadline to pay off his debt.”
“Oh. Did he miss it?”
“No, baby girl. That’s the thing. He sold his truck and some other things and paid me in full.”
“Well… That’s good, right?”
“Yes, but now that he’s paid up, he wants you to come home.”
“Oh.”
“Listen to me. I’ll do anything in my power to keep you, but I won’t hold you against your will. Never. If you want to go, it’s going to kill me but I’ll do it. Doesn’t mean I won’t spend the rest of my days working on getting you back.”
“I don’t want to go. I want to stay with you but I think I have to be the one to tell him that.”
“Then that’s what we’ll do. He expects to see you tonight. So if you’re ready to do this, we’ll drive over to see him.”
“Is he at my old place?”
“No, baby. He got evicted.”
“That’s what happens when I’m not around to be responsible for him.”
“Does that bother you? Do you think you should take care of him?”
“I guess I feel some obligation to him. He did raise me, but I was a kid stealing money from his wallet to buy food and save up to pay the rent. If I didn’t, we would have been out on the street a long time ago.”
“That’s no way for a little girl to grow up. It’s amazing you came out of that as strong and healthy as you did. I’m proud of you, baby girl.”
His kind words make me smile, but seeing my father is going to be difficult. I’d rather just call him or send him a letter, but if Chris says I need to do it in person, that’s what I’ll do.
“I don’t know where he’s living now, and I guess he wants to keep it that way. He wants me to take you to a pub on the west side.”
“That’s not a big surprise. Are we going right now?”
“Yeah, baby. I want this thing put to bed as soon as possible.”
I agree and follow him out to the car. The idea of coming face to face with my father after so much has changed is more than a little unnerving, and I think Chris senses my hesitation.
“It’s gonna be alright, little girl. The truth is that you’re better off without him and he’s better off without you. Maybe being alone in the world will be the thing that wakes him up. Maybe he’ll get his ass in line.”
“I doubt that,” I answer as a tear drops from my eye. I’m not crying because I’m going to miss him. I’m crying because I wish he had been a father worth missing.
We arrive at the seedy little corner pub, and Chris steps out of the car. A drunken man stumbles down the sidewalk and nearly falls onto the fender, but Chris catches him by the arm and pushes him into the street. He shakes his head and mumbles something inaudible then opens my door and helps me out of the car.