Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 40403 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40403 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
“I’ll be down in a minute" I tell him, pinching my cock so the rest of the jizz stays in just for her. This is my last hand job. No matter how long it takes for me to get inbetween those flexible, thick thighs, I am going to hold it all in and let it build so the first shot I get inside of her does the fucking job.
Getting out of the shower I dry off and put on my sweats and tee. I go down the stairs and into the kitchen. “What’s up dad?”
“I need you to cover Micha’s shift tomorrow night. He has to take his wife to the hospital for a check-up.” Damn it. Normally I jump at a chance to make some extra money but tomorrow won’t work. If I cancel on the first date what kind of signal will that send?
“Sorry dad, I can't.” His eyebrows lift in shock. I never say no to him.
“Well why not? You don’t have class tomorrow.” Yes. My dad is a controlling asshole who memorized my schedule. He is the same with my mom. One would question my need to control my little Mila but the difference is I would do it out of love and as a way to protect her. My father does it because he can.
“I have a date.” I say squaring my shoulders.
“A date? You are saying no to me for a fucking piece of ass, boy?” His dismissal of Mila as nothing but a fuck pisses me off. I am literally seeing red, blinded by the description of my woman. So fucking pissed I don’t stop to think what I am doing. I walk into his face so he knows I am not playing.
“You should be careful what you say. It would be to your safety not to refer to her like that again.” I tell him practically seething.
“Oh I see, you fancy yourself in love with this girl?” It sounds crazy to me as well but I think I am and nothing is going to stop me from going after her.
“Doesn’t matter. Just heed my warning old man. I put up with your shit for my mother, but I won't stand for you disrespecting my woman.” With that I turn, grab my sneaks and keys and walk out the door. I fucking need to cool down and the only way I can do that is at the gym.
Yeah I am going to get the fuck away him and this damn town and I am going to take my woman and child with me.
Chapter 3
Mila
The Next Day
I have no idea what to wear because I don’t know where he is taking me. Plus do I want to look like a rich girl, or should I look like I fit in with him? “What about this?” My best friend Mandy asks me, holding up a one piece jumper with the back out. I look at her like she is crazy because there is no way a first date should look like that.
“I don’t know. That is more of a fancy date kind of outfit.” She shrugs her shoulders because that is totally something she would wear to a football game.
“Well I’m sorry, I have no idea what you wear to go out with a grease monkey. Like seriously what are you thinking?" She has no idea how much I have asked myself that question over the last three days. I mean, first of all, having to lie to my parents is something I have never done but my father would blow his top if he knew and my mother would try to get my head examined. Secondly, even if we worked out could I ever not be stuck between him and my family?
“Mandy please. He seems like a nice guy and did I mention he is hot? I mean his voice sent shivers through my entire body.” I don’t know why I am defending my choice to her but I feel like I have to.
“Oh I get it.” She says sitting up. “This is like a bad boy fling or something. Like your one chance to walk on the wild side before you go off to school. Okay, that I can get behind.” I stand in my pink princess room, in front of my walk-in closet, contemplating her words when a text message dings on my phone.
My Husband: Are you as ready for me as I am for you, little one?
Crap why does my heart want to beat out of my chest and my pussy wants to open wide and welcome him everytime he calls me that?
Me: I’m not sure but I definitely need to know what to wear.
I figure I could take some of the stress off if I just ask him.
My Husband: I assume nothing is not an option?