Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Without a moment's warning, I press inside her mouth and slowly fill her with my manhood, feeling her jaw tighten when I touch the back of her throat.
I pull back just a bit and say, “Relax so you don’t choke.” I place my hand on the back of her head and hold her steady. It won’t take much to get me off. Just seeing my cock slide in and out of her mouth is enough to send me over the edge.
Consumed with my desire, I fuck her mouth until a geyser erupts from my tip. “Swallow it, baby.” She does as she’s told, and I stroke her hair. “Good girl. That was nice.”
“I like making you feel good.”
The sun is slowly making its morning appearance when she falls back to sleep in my arms. I have to put an end to this stalker situation. This is my girl and anyone who tries to come near her will pay.
9
LORI
Luke gets a call early in the morning and tells me he has to leave for a few hours.
“I’ll have a patrol car swing by while I’m gone, but I don’t expect you to need them,” he says before kissing me goodbye. Spending the night in his arms has me floating on a cloud this morning. At this point, I don’t think anyone or anything could bring my feet back down to earth.
Nana has just finished breakfast, and I’m about to take her to the living room when I hear the screen door open. Someone taps on the window of the backdoor. Who would come to the back of the house? Assuming it must be Luke or one of his deputies, I call out, “Just a minute. I’ll be right there,” and continue moving Nana to the sofa.
I move back through the kitchen and push the blue and white checkered curtain to the side. The courteous smile on my face fades and is replaced by a look of confusion.
Michael DiMiglio from the Italian Bistro is standing outside the door. His arms are filled with covered trays, and I think maybe Luke ordered food for delivery. That still doesn’t explain why Michael would come to the backdoor. He looks harmless enough, so I unlock the door and let him inside.
“Michael, what’s all this?” I ask as he steps into the kitchen.
“I was so glad to see you at the restaurant, Lori. I honestly haven’t stopped thinking about you since.”
I stiffen on instinct, instantly wary of his presence.
“Oh, I didn’t mean to upset you. I’ve been reminiscing about playing with you when we were kids. My thoughts were completely innocent, cross my heart.” He grins.
“I’m sorry, Michael. I wish I could remember those days like you do. Except for memories of being here with my Nana, most of my childhood memories are bad ones. It would be nice to have more good things to look back on.”
“I’m sorry things were hard for you. You were such a sweet girl. You didn’t deserve that. I don’t really remember anything about your parents. I just remember your grandmother. I heard some things from my father, but you know how old people can be. Anyone who doesn’t meet their high moral standards is practically a criminal in their eyes.”
“You feel that way about your father?” I ask him. “He seems like a very nice man.”
“Oh, he is. Let’s just say that he and I don’t always meet eye to eye on things. I’m a disappointment to him, and he makes sure to let me know about his disapproval whenever possible.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. So, what is all this then?”
“Oh, yeah. I almost forgot I was holding all these. May I set it down on the table so I can show you?”
“Okay, sure.” It’s still unclear to me what he’s doing here.
“Anyway, I couldn’t stop thinking about my old childhood friend so I thought I’d make you some of my favorite dishes as a welcome home gift. I’m sure taking care of your grandmother is taxing and you probably don’t get much time to cook for yourself.”
“That’s very nice, Michael. Thank you for thinking of me,” I say in the hopes he’ll leave now that he’s made this strange delivery.
He points from tray to tray. “That one is lasagna, and this one is chicken parmesan and spaghetti. That’s eggplant and this here is my specialty.” He opens the lid on the round tray and takes a whiff of its contents. “This is my homemade ricotta pie.”
“It looks delicious. Thank you again.”
“How about you make us a pot of coffee and I’ll cut a few slices? We can sit for a while and catch up.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. It’s almost time for Nana’s nap. I need to see to her.”
“That’s okay. I’ll make the coffee while you get her to bed. That way, we won’t be disturbed.” He marches over to the coffee maker and takes the carafe to the sink before I can say a word.