Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 65(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 65(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
I felt the heat of his sperm as it splashed against the walls of my pussy and heard his growl or completion as his body bucked and thrust behind me. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling my back into his chest as he spilled the last of his seed in me.
“Stay as you are.” I felt his fingers seconds after that order as he rubbed ointment into me to help with the soreness that I was bound to feel all day. I was still on my hands and knees in the bed when I heard the door open, and he left.
Drake
I sat at my desk, watching her play with my kids out in the garden. It’s strange how life works. I’d married Melinda because I thought she was the perfect kind of woman. Smart, beautiful, and, most of all, she had those old world values that are missing in a lot of women these days.
She was all those things sure, but I hadn’t expected the one thing that was the cause of the disintegration of our marriage, my dick size. I’ve known since my teens that I’m a bit much for some women to take, but I never expected that the woman I gave everything to would use that as her excuse to leave my children and me.
It’s true that I never gave her my heart, not that the way that I’ve come to give it to the young girl now playing outside my window, but she’d never wanted for anything. Besides, I don’t think she was interested in my love, not as long as she got everything else she could possibly need out of the deal.
I hadn’t lied to her, she’d known from the start of my dream of having a big family. As an only child, it’s the one thing I’d missed out on in my privileged life. Now with my parents gone, I was left with a few cousins scattered here and there, people I was never really close to. So I’d set about realizing my dream of fathering as many children as I could.
We were off to a good start after the twins were born I thought that things could only get better, until the day she left, leaving nothing but a Dear John letter behind. It’s been two years, and I have to admit that I haven’t missed her for even one of those days, but it was hard on my children.
Especially my oldest girl, who, although she was only two years old, was old enough to know who her mother was. Then I got the bright idea to hire Samantah and bring her into my home.
At first, I told myself that it was just to help me with the kids. She’d dropped out of school for some reason or another; I think she said it was to pursue a music career or some such thing and was working part-time at a retail store.
She’d jumped at the offer since I was paying almost five times what she was making, and she would have more time to pursue her dreams. She no longer had any bills to pay, and more importantly, it was an opportunity to get out from under her deadbeat parents who were of no help to her or themselves.
Melinda had been the only one to have made it out of the family. She’d been lucky enough to be taken in by an old maiden aunt who had some property and was much better off than the rest. She’d sent her great-niece to college and had paid her way in everything.
That’s how I’d come to meet her, in fact, when she came to work for my company. I’d watched her for a while after hearing the whispers about how reserved and sophisticated she was, how she stood out amongst her peers.
What she was-was a cold fish who’d only climbed into my bed because of the life I could afford her. It’s a wonder we’d even had the three kids, but I’m no fool, there’s no way I was going to take care of a woman and not get anything out of the bargain. She’d signed on to be my wife and the mother of my kids, and that’s just what I expected out of her.
But now as I look at Samantah, so young and carefree as she ran around between the flowerbeds with the little ones toddling behind her, I realize my mistake.
She’s the complete opposite of her aunt in every way, especially in the one area that mattered to me most she can take my cock without fear. The first couple of times she’d bled, but that hadn’t lasted long. It was only a matter of weeks before I’d taught her how to take me, and now she’s able to handle my cock without too much discomfort.