Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
MACE
Well, I guess I can’t blame her since I talk to my dick, but I don’t recall us having any in-depth conversations that went on for as long as she was in there chatting. She must have a chatty pussy. I’m still not sure what to make of her. She seems to be a mix of confusing contrasts. Her eyes are vulnerable and innocent, her mouth borderline crass, and her body was made for fucking.
“What’s your name again?”
“Mace. And you?” like I didn’t know.
“Stephanie, but my friends call me Steph.”
“Well, Steph…anie, do you have a car here? I need to get going.” Dammit, why did she get that look on her face? Like I’d kicked her out of my bed after a night of hot sex.
That vulnerability shone strongly in her eyes, and I felt like a bastard when I hadn’t even done anything wrong.
“On second thought, I can run you home.
“Oh, no, that’s okay; I can get an Uber.” She grabbed her purse and slipped her feet into her shoes, and headed for the door.
I got up and walked her downstairs and let her out the backdoor that led to the back of the parking lot. She didn’t look back as she toddled along, and I realized she hadn’t buckled her shoes.
Shaking my head, I went back inside and turned on the coffee pot, and took the first sip before it was finished brewing. I had a shit ton of things to do today, and none of them involved standing around thinking about that look of hurt in her eyes. I filled my cup and headed into the bathroom to take a shower. Her scent was still here, wrapping itself around me. Cute girl! Crazy, but cute.
I didn’t think about her all week. Too busy and too much other shit that took precedence. In fact, I didn’t think about her until I saw her come into my place the following Friday night. Another night I wasn’t supposed to be here; I’d made other plans that fell through at the last minute and decided to swing by here on a whim.
My dick reminded me that I came by here in hopes of seeing her again because she’d been haunting my dreams every fucking night for the last week. Yeah, that’s how much I haven’t been thinking about her. I can push thoughts of her aside during the day when I’m busy doing other shit.
But as soon as my head hits the pillow and I close my eyes, it’s her, I see. Her, with her hair, spread out on my pillow, those big brown eyes staring up at me while I ride her hard, deep, and strong. “Oh, you seen her, didn’t you?” My dick lifted his head and sniffed the air as soon as I panned in on her at the bar.
She was wearing some kind of wraparound dress that flowed down her legs. It was white with big colorful tropical flowers. But it was the neckline that drew the eye. It had a deep decline that showed just the curve of her cleavage and left the observer hoping for more.
I rewound the tape. I wanted to see what else she had going on with the dress, so I went back to when she first walked in. Aha, I see, there was a slit up to very near her crotch, and her legs showed through each time she took a step.
Her skin looked dewy with a hint of bronze-like she’d had a tan, and her hair was up off her neck in one of those fussy intricate things women do with their hair to make men stupid. I went back to the live feed just in time to see her turn her back on the secret camera.
I zoomed in again, this time on the fine hairs at the back of her head. Fuck, did she catch on that I have a thing for that shit? Why would she wear her hair like that? I was so focused on her nape. I didn’t stop to look at what her friend was pointing out to her. I sat forward in my chair and cracked my neck to the left.
Uh-oh! This is bad. I only do that shit when I’m about to tussle; the right’s usually when it’s gonna be an all-out war. I zoomed in on the swinging dick her friend was pointing out to her, then turned on the mic in that sector. I’d promised myself not to eavesdrop on her conversation after they walked in.
The last time had been a fluke, but that’s not what I had them installed for. I did it as a way to keep my customers safe and to keep creeps from out of my place. When it comes to safety, I don’t have that many fucks to give about who says what. If I think something’s gonna help, I’m gonna do it, illegal, immoral, or whatever.