Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 77663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
After he turned off the water and helped me out of the stall, he dried me off with a warm, fluffy towel that felt like heaven and then he led me to the bed after wrapping a towel around his hips. All of this was done without a word being shared between us, but I was in a euphoric place after that erotic shower and was in no mood to rock the boat.
He laid me back across the bed with my legs hanging over the side, knelt on the floor, spread my legs open, and started to feast. I forgot all about my fear that he was mad at me. I was just so lost in the ecstasy of having him touch me like this after expecting the worst.
His hands, those big, beautiful wonders, felt amazing against my flesh, and when he stood up and slid into me while looking into my eyes, I thought my heart would melt. I was close, so close, but then he pulled out. “On your knees.” He helped me get into my favorite position and even put a pillow under me for added comfort.
It was slow, deep, and just what I needed after a stressful day. I was close again, so close, but he eased off. He leaned over my back, and I braced for the feel of his teeth in my neck. It’s one of the most looked forward to parts of our lovemaking, his marking me. But he didn’t do it this time.
Still, I was distracted by the feel of him moving in and out of me. Then I felt the telltale throbbing of his cock which meant he was close as well, so maybe this time….
He pulled out and came on my back. I felt the wetness of his seed there and looked over my shoulder at him. “Why did you….?” The look on his face made the words dry up in my mouth. But what hurt more was the way he got off the bed without a word, grabbed his clothes, and walked out of the room.
What the hell just happened? I laid awake most of the night after checking the house for him, but he was nowhere to be found. I only fell asleep because I was too tired to stay awake much longer.
In the morning, he was there to drive me to work, but he didn’t talk to me all the way to the bakery. In fact, that’s not true; he did ask if I and the baby were feeling okay to which I said we were fine. But he said nothing else after that.
He didn’t come for lunch that afternoon, and it was all I could do to keep a smile on my face and make up an excuse when the others asked where he was. That evening, it was more of the same. Intense sex, no orgasm for me, though, and again, he pulled out and came on my back.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Because you don’t deserve my seed.” I wish I’d never asked.
“Where are you going?” I got off the bed to follow him, but his answer brought me to tears.
“You don’t need to know.” I cried myself to sleep.
THUNDER
Pain in the ass! Like I did the night before, I went to the home gym and worked out for a couple of hours before taking a shower and going up to bed. I waited until I was sure she was out cold both nights before going to her and then left before she woke in the morning.
As pissed as I am, I wouldn’t leave my heavily pregnant wife to sleep alone. Plus, I can’t seem to sleep without her next to me any damn way. I kept up the same pattern for the next few days and nights.
I’d drive her to the bakery without more than a hello: how are you? Since she wanted to treat her husband like a stranger with secrets and shit, then I’ll be that stranger until she gets her shit together.
I know it was pissing her off by week’s end because I kept freezing her out during the day and then fucking her at night without letting her cum. By the fifth night, she had the nerve to come for me because, once again, I came in her back and got up to leave.
“You can’t keep doing this; this is inhumane.”
“You can always say no.” That shut her up because I knew she needed that closeness as much as I did. I left her again and went for a ride this time.
I thought my anger would’ve abated by now, but it hasn’t. I’m still so pissed I can’t stand myself. Each time I think about them thinking they had the right to do that shit to her, it makes my blood boil, and I’m tempted to drive back to that house and light the shit on fire. But then I remember there’s a kid there, and that shit won’t do.