Total pages in book: 185
Estimated words: 191421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 957(@200wpm)___ 766(@250wpm)___ 638(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 191421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 957(@200wpm)___ 766(@250wpm)___ 638(@300wpm)
With those words, he pushes inside of me.
And I’m so wet and horny that my pussy welcomes him with practically open arms. My pussy molds around his thick length and I swear he feels thicker this time than any others. Probably because I’ve seen him now. I’ve seen the dick he uses to make me go all crazy and messy. The dick he uses to dissolve me into the ether and make me flow like a river over him.
And right about now, it’s also making me see stars.
Right from the beginning. Right from the first stroke.
His dick, his thrusts, his growls, his entire fucking body has me clenching and clenching around his thick rod. I’m already coming and he fucks me through my orgasm like a man possessed. He fucks my fluttering pussy, my sloppy, gushy pussy, without giving me even a second of relief.
Because he’s sick, see.
He needs his medicine. He wants to bathe in his medicine.
He needs it, he needs me, to make him all better.
And he fucks me and fucks me against the door until he comes inside my pussy. And then he fucks me on the counter and then he fucks me on the floor until I’m all loose and loopy. Until he’s really flooded my womb with his load and I’m walking back to my parents with a swollen belly and him running down my thighs.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Servant Girl/Bubblegum
Hi.👋
Are you sleeping?
I can’t sleep. 😔
I know you don’t like texting but talk to me.
Bossman/Bandit:
You know the only kind of texting I do like, don’t you?
Servant Girl/Bubblegum
Fine. 🙄
Pink nightie.
Bossman/Bandit
And?
Servant Girl/Bubblegum
With lace around the neck.
Bossman/Bandit
Just around the neck?
Servant Girl/Bubblegum
Along the bottom too. And on the sleeves.
Bossman/Bandit
Poofy sleeves?
Servant Girl/Bubblegum
They’re called cap sleeves, Reign.
Bossman/Bandit
Don’t give a fuck what they’re called.
Servant Girl/Bubblegum
Of course you don’t. You’re a wild, testosterone-y animal. 💪
Bossman/Bandit
And you’re a good girl swimming in estrogen and pink glitter.
Servant Girl/Bubblegum
Still yours though.
Bossman/Bandit
Fuck yeah, still mine.
What else?
Servant Girl/Bubblegum
Pink panties.
Bossman/Bandit
With little hearts?
Servant Girl/Bubblegum
No. These have cute little polka dots and lacy bows.
Bossman/Bandit
Fuck. Me.
Servant Girl/Bubblegum
I don’t care what you say, Bandit, but I think you’re a little too obsessed with my panties. 😇
Bossman/Bandit
I’m a little too obsessed with everything about you, Bubblegum, but we’re not talking about me.
Servant Girl/Bubblegum
Why not? I think we should talk about you. Tell me what you’re wearing.
Bossman/Bandit
Nothing.
Servant Girl/Bubblegum
Shut up.
Are you really wearing nothing? 😲😲😲
Bossman/Bandit
Why, that turn you on?
Servant Girl/Bubblegum
No, not really.
I think I’m okay.
Bossman/Bandit
You’re such a fucking liar, Bubblegum.
Servant Girl/Bubblegum
And you’re such a fucking show off, Bandit. 🙄
Bossman/Bandit
Call it what you want. I know that I ring all your bells.
Servant Girl/Bubblegum
Not all of them. Maybe like, three of them.
Bossman/Bandit
Baby, I make music on your fucking body and you know it.
Servant Girl/Bubblegum
Fine. Whatever. 😒
Tell me what your tattoo is.
Bossman/Bandit
No.
Servant Girl/Bubblegum
Is it a birthday?
Bossman/Bandit
No.
Servant Girl/Bubblegum
A phone number.
Bossman/Bandit
No.
Servant Girl/Bubblegum
A date?
Bossman/Bandit
Yes.
Servant Girl/Bubblegum
Oh my God! Really? 😱😱😱
Bossman/Bandit
No.
Servant Girl/Bubblegum
Ugh. You’re the worst.
Bossman/Bandit
I know.
Servant Girl/Bubblegum
I miss you. 😪
Bossman/Bandit
Dropped you off two hours ago, Bubblegum.
Servant Girl/Bubblegum
So? I can’t miss you if you dropped me off two hours ago? Well, tough luck, dude, I do.
Bossman/Bandit
Dude?
Servant Girl/Bubblegum
And let me tell you that it wouldn’t kill you to tell me that you miss me too. 😒😒
Bossman/Bandit
We don’t know that.
Servant Girl/Bubblegum
I think we should test that theory.
Bossman/Bandit
And I think you should go to sleep.
Ugh.
Asshole.
No, not an asshole. Just a very, very stubborn boy.
That I’m in love with.
Who in the next fifteen to twenty minutes is going to come to me. To my window. Because he always does. Whenever I text him.
That’s why I do it.
That’s why these days I keep the drapes open and a night light on as well. So I can see him the moment he appears. So I can jump out of my bed and run over to him. So he can kiss me and I can kiss him back, and then we can do the things that we always end up doing when our mouths touch.
And then I see it.
The branch just outside my window shakes and strains. A shadow moves, and even before he appears at the window, I’m springing out of my bed and running over. I’m throwing the window open and he’s climbing inside, bringing with him the scent of summer midnights and cool breeze.
His heated and sexy body, that I climb over the second his feet hit the floor.
And his large hands that grip my ass, pulling me toward him.
Finally I meet heaven.
Because his mouth is on mine, kissing, nipping, sucking.
Fucking.
“You came,” I breathe out in between kisses.
“Really fucking hate texting,” he mutters, kneading my ass.
“No, you came because I called.”
“Stop talking.”
“And because you missed me.”
In response, he bites my lower lip and gives it a deep suck, growling.
“And look, it didn’t kill you. It never does.”
“Be my good girl and shut the fuck up, okay?”
And just like that I do.
Because he’s right. I’m his good girl and we have more important things to do.