Total pages in book: 209
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
Truth is, I don’t know why I’m so angry. There’s this underlying rage I can’t wrangle, and everything Adam does fuels the irrational fire.
“Do you think he could be cheating?” Larissa asks then smiles at some suit with a goatee that steps by our table.
“He’s never done anything to make me think he would. But, something is up. I am nauseated all the time. I can barely function.” I draw a little sip of my Turkish roast, letting it settle on my tongue for a moment before I swallow. Remembering how Adam bought me my own commercial coffee maker/frother/Starbucks-style home deal a week after we moved in together and he discovered how dreadful I am in the mornings without good coffee.
“Well, the sex thing could be a sign of trouble, sweet girl.” Larissa put her hand on mine, drawing my attention back to her. “You gotta jump on that and figure this out. No reason a smokin’ hot guy like Adam wouldn’t be rock hard twenty-four-seven around you. His cock should be ready to shoot those hot creamy bullets a few times a day at least.”
She gave me a devious smile and my stomach turned, unsure if I was being completely honest with myself, let alone her.
“I’m trying,” I said, drawing a deep breath tugging at the strings hanging down from the neckline of my peasant style blouse wondering why I wore this with the torn-up jeans I knew I hated. Then I remind myself it’s because I vetoed five other outfits before doing a blind grab rather than spend another forty-five minutes in my closet obsessing about everything that is wrong with whatever I put on. “It’s just… I never used to need to try that hard.”
Larissa’s phone buzzed on the tabletop and she tapped the screen. “Oh man.” She rolled her pretty brown eyes at the ceiling. Her short black bob was pinned at the temples with two silver barrettes always slick and need compared to my beige-blond waves that hung to the middle of my back. Larissa was lithe and willowy where I was soft and more Rubenesque. “I gotta roll. Peggy dipshit didn’t show up again and they have no one else to call in. Owning your own daycare is a lot of fucking work.”
She winked, gave me a quick hug, and hustled out the door as I stayed and finished my coffee, thoughts of how Adam and I started out coming back in waves.
The truth is, Adam had always been ready to fuck me if the wind so much as blew past his cock.
He used to sneak up on me and fuck me from behind, even with people in the next room. He didn’t give a shit. If he needed it, he took it. That was one of the things that made me so head over heels for him.
He was a man.
Hard, quiet, tall, body built out of fire and cinder blocks, but it was more. He was intense. Powerful. He took no shit from anyone and had no fear. He walked tall, carried a big stick but he was quiet about it.
So dang sexy.
The day after I moved in with Adam, my Mom and stepdad came to see the place and have a visit. I was in the kitchen making dinner and they were relaxing in the living room with some wine in front of the fire. Adam came up behind me, wrapped one hand around my waist and one around my throat, holding back my startled scream.
His warm lips brushed the shell of my ear in a low growl, “Shhhhh.”
He bent me over the counter, lowered himself behind me, lifted the hem of my skirt and peeled apart my ass cheeks. He pulled the thin strap of my thong to the side and began tonguing me up and down. He didn’t care that my parents were just beyond the wall excitedly explaining every detail about their new garbage cans.
He tongue fucked me until I clung to the edge of the counter to stay upright. His mouth was greedy, warm and eager and had me on the brink of orgasm within seconds.
I wiggled in protest, biting back the moans and yelps, but he only tugged at my hips, mounting me more directly on his assaulting mouth. Rough palms raked down the outsides of my thighs, ending in a grip on my ankles as he pulled my legs wider and I was a puddle. Drowning once again in his sexual dominance.
I was spinning, his tongue pushing right there, right there, in that perfect spot. Then as I sucked in a long breath in preparation for my climax, he was gone. His towering body pressed against my back, the thick head of his cock pushing inside my dripping opening and slamming into me as my parents asked what brand of garbage cans we used from the other side of the wall.