Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29559 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29559 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
“I have to go to work, but you’re going to take care of this before I do.” I unbuckle my belt and then unzip my pants, letting my cock spring free. Climbing on top of her, I push my cock against the soft swells of her ass and lean down to kiss her neck. “I’m gonna smell your sweet cunt on me all day.”
My cock is tight as I hump against her ass. It doesn’t take me long before I’m dripping onto her lower back and grunting with every stroke. All too soon, I lose control, and my cum spurts out onto her soft skin. I stare down at the mess I’ve made, and instead of wiping it away, I smear it into her. There’s some animal instinct in me to coat her in my scent, and I give over to that base need.
I might be a virgin, but I know exactly what I want, and it’s Heidi. I want her, her body, and her submission.
“I’ll be home in a couple of hours, and I want you exactly like this.”
Standing up, I stuff my still-hard cock back in my slacks and do my best to straighten my clothes. She rolls over and looks up at me with desire in her eyes, but then she slowly kills me as she spreads her legs.
“Goddamn it.” I check my watch. “I'm already late.”
“Sorry.” She doesn’t look sorry at all as she puts her legs together and then slides under the blanket.
“Mae is here and she can get you anything you want.” Leaning down, I kiss her once more and then look hard into her eyes. “I mean it, Heidi. I want you right here waiting for me.”
She nods without saying a word, and as I leave, something in the back of my mind tells me she didn’t actually agree.
Chapter Thirteen
Heidi
Rolling over, I subconsciously try to reach for Reese, but I let out a small scream when I start to slip off the small bed. Luckily, I catch myself before I faceplant on the floor, but the fear jolts me wide awake.
Blinking awake, I glance around the room, and memories of this morning come rushing back to me. Reese might not have taken my virginity, but my body still bears a few delicious aches. He left for work but not before demanding I stay naked in his bed. He also demanded that I don’t go to my job tonight, but I’m not so sure about that one.
“Oh my gosh.” I jump from the bed as I realize that I’ve got to get to class.
I grab the blanket and wrap it around my naked body as I head back to the other room. I have no clue what time it is, and when I find my phone, I see it’s almost dead. I’m not late yet, but I need to get a move on.
I plug in my phone, and I’m happy to see the power is on. I order a ride to my location but leave a note to wait at the main gate. I have no clue how to let them in. As quickly as I can, I throw some clothes on because I’ve got no time for a shower. I still smell like Reese and his bed, and I can’t say I hate it.
My thighs are sore from being spread open so much. I still can’t believe what happened last night. Reese has some kind of switch he flips on and then turns into this possessive, filthy man. Then there is another side of him that is nurturing me and trying to do the right thing. I think he sees me as a lost, lonely girl, and I suppose I am. Somehow all of that calls to me, and I can’t seem to shake this feeling that I’m meant to be in his arms.
“Heidi,” Mae calls, surprising me as I rush down the stairs.
“I have classes,” I tell her. “Sorry.” I hate being rude, but I don't want to be late. This is my second day, and I have a whole new set of classes I haven't been to yet. I already have one teacher on my ass as it is.
“Mr. Davis said you were to stay home today.”
“I don’t work for him.” I glance over my shoulder back to her, and she gives me a warm smile. Thankfully she doesn’t try to stop me and only tells me to have a good day.
I think about what Reese said this morning and how his words turned me inside out. He’s trying to buy me, and as much as I hate it, what he did to my body lit everything inside of me on fire. What does he want to pay me for? To keep me in his home or in his bed? I’m not really sure, but I don’t hate either of those ideas.