Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 96513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
So, I did, thrusting deep into her pussy. My thumb pressed against the pucker of her asshole, and she tightened like a snake, trying to constrict the life out of me. I pressed deeper, a full digit, and she did nothing but groan and tighten further.
“My filthy wife,” I said, keeping up a pace against her. “You’re going to come for me just from one digit.”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
It only took a few thrusts before she cried out and came all over me. I tried to keep it together, but the way she was bucking and writhing did me in. I came long and hard deep inside of her. My fingers bruising her hips. My cock doing the same to her pussy.
When I withdrew, she collapsed onto the floor. Her eyes glazed and happy. I gently lifted her to her feet and began soaping her body, cleaning away all the filth I loved so much from her.
“Camden,” she murmured as I finished and gestured for her to get under the water. I made a questioning noise. “Will you come with me to the children’s hospital tomorrow?”
“What for?”
“I’m throwing a party, and there’s… there’s someone I’d like you to meet there.”
I knew that she’d been going to the children’s hospital regularly, but I hadn’t asked any questions. I’d let her have her time. Figured she would tell me when she was ready.
I turned her to face me. “It’s important to you?” She nodded. “Then I’ll be there.”
27
Katherine
I stood before an assembly for my first official event for ChildrensOne. Nerves bit into me, even as I saw a sea of familiar faces. So many of my friends had volunteered to come help, bringing with them makeup artists, hairdressers with collections of wigs, and nail artists. Someone had even gotten a children’s designer to donate a whole rack of sparkly dresses and fanciful dress-up clothes. I couldn’t believe we’d gotten this all together so fast. It really was the power of our collective connections. Now, I could bring a full-fledged makeover party to kids on the cancer ward.
Jem had no idea what she was in for.
“Welcome, everyone, to the first ever ChildrensOne Dress-Up Party,” I said with a smile. “I’ve already separated you all out into teams. Let’s try and get to as many children as we can in the two hours that we have. We want to make every child feel like a prince or princess.”
Deborah fluttered at my sight with excitement. Her eyes were wide. “Thank you all so much for coming. You have no idea what this will mean to the kids. Not all of them will be able to get out of their beds, but as long as the door is open, you can go room to room to help out. There will be refreshments provided by ChildrensOne as well.”
“Let’s get in there,” I said as I turned with Deborah to escort the group to the cancer ward.
Lark and English had been able to take off work to help out, and they entered the first set of elevators with me.
“This is so amazing,” Lark told me.
“It really is, Katherine. I can’t believe you did all of this,” English said.
“She’s a dream to work with,” Deborah said affectionately. “We’re so lucky to have her.”
A blush crept into my cheeks. “Thank you. I’m not really doing it for me though. I want the kids to have something in their life other than the hospital.”
We exited the elevator onto the bustling cancer ward. My eyes lit up. I’d been coming to the ward for two weeks, and I’d hardly seen anyone else but my old friend Melinda and a random pair of parents. I’d never seen it alive.
More than half of the kids were out in the halls or farther down in the waiting room we had converted for our purposes. Balloons hung throughout the halls. Smiles were on everyone’s faces. And there were parents. So, so many parents. We’d had the hospital staff send out requests for parents to be here for this day. I was delighted that they’d agreed to come. We’d converted this sad wing into something filled with joy.
I sent my friends onward to meet the kids, and Deborah went to say hello to the parents that she knew. All the volunteers were being filtered through the elevator, so I stood sentinel, giving them directions. Once everyone was where they needed to be, I’d go find Jem. I couldn’t wait to see her transformation.
The last group came upstairs, and I watched for a few minutes as the crowded hall got louder and louder. Hearts filled with happiness and real smiles on their faces. I knew many of the kids on the hall now. Jem had introduced me to a number of them on my last couple of visits. All these kids were so sick …too sick at such a young age. It wasn’t fair, and I hated it. At least I could bring a modicum of fun to their lives.