Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 137433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 550(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 550(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
Holy shit.
She doesn’t stop sucking for twenty seconds after I come, making sure I’m all juiced out. Then she tips her head back and smiles at me.
“Did you swallow it all?” I ask throatily, stroking the hair out of her face softly.
She opens her mouth, and it’s pink and clean. “Can you fuck me now?”
“I wish I could,” my voice breaks. I hate to deny her. Deny myself. Deny us. “But I’ll never forgive myself. I have another way to distract you, though.”
She smiles. “As long as it’s not fun facts, I’m in.”
CHAPTER 22
Lev
Miserable Fact #611: Some prehistoric societies defleshed the bones of their dead.
I wake up with Bailey’s taste still in my mouth.
Last night I found out my best friend’s pussy is my favorite dessert.
Screw red velvet cupcakes—I want Bailey on my tongue for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
Our one-way ticket to Orgasmville last night came to an abrupt stop when we heard everyone filing back into the house just when she was riding my face, her ass bumping on the headboard while she was jerking me off.
We both dressed in the nick of time. When Jaime and Mel burst in without knocking, they immediately asked why her bed was soaked—fortunately so was Bailey and her hair.
I explained about the withdrawals, and thankfully, they were too panicked about her condition to suspect anything.
Still, Jaime seized the tip of my ear and dragged me down the hallway to my room, a fake smile plastered on his lips. He spoke through clenched teeth.
“My daughter is going through enough as it is, so if you complicate shit for her, I am going to be extremely unhappy. I’ve extended a lot of trust so far… Have you ever heard stories of what happens when I get extremely unhappy, Levy boy? It’s rare but quite the sight.”
“Yup.” I refrained from wiping my brow. Everyone had heard the story of what he did to All Saints High’s former principal, Mr. Prichard, for his inappropriate relationship with Daria, though I never got the exact details. “Trust me, if anyone here is going to break a heart, it’s gonna be your daughter breaking mine.”
“That, I’m okay with.” He threw me in my room, dusting his palms off for good measure. Good for Jaime, man. For an old man, he sure had some juice in him.
Now, here I am, with morning wood the size of a french baguette and a stupid smile on my face, eager to start the day.
Mel spent the night in Bailey’s room, so I know she is on her second day of not using.
For a moment, I allow myself to indulge in cautious optimism.
I brush my teeth, comb my hair, and put on a pair of black insulated pants and a khaki crew shirt. On my way to the breakfast room, I stop at Bailey’s.
I hear the shower running in the en suite and open the door to surprise her. Not only have I seen this girl naked, I can write a dissertation about every beauty spot and blemish on her body.
What I don’t expect is seeing Mel leaning against the vanity, filing her nails while Bailey is in the shower.
“Oh, sorry.” I have the good manners to lower my gaze and make a move to close the door.
Mel pushes off the vanity, unimpressed. “I’m giving you five minutes. Spend them wisely. Preferably fully clothed.”
“Preferably? Mom! You shouldn’t let me replace one addiction with another,” Bailey shrieks, and for one, perfect moment, she’s the Old Bailey.
“You’re not gonna get addicted to sex, honey. UTIs run in our family.”
Melody leaves, and I turn to look at my best friend through the glass, arching my eyebrows. “Not sure that was meant for my ears.”
“It definitely was, mainly to embarrass me.” She rubs a coal soap bar on her arms. “Is this off-putting to you?”
“You could swim in barf every morning and I’d still not find you off-putting.”
Bailey turns off the water and I open the glass door of the shower and she’s in my arms.
We’re kissing, the water sweet on her lips.
Actually, Mel wasn’t far off. I am hoping if I give Bails enough pleasure, she’ll forget about the drugs and settle for me.
I grab her hips and kiss my way down her neck, licking her tits, her nipples, sucking her side boob into my mouth.
Pancakes and bacon can go fuck themselves. This is the tastiest thing on earth.
“Sleep well?” I kiss my way down her body, and she hooks her leg over my shoulder when I’m on my knees, leaning her back against the wall and falling open for me as my tongue flattens over her pussy and I start going down on her.
“Uh-huh.” She fists my hair in her palm, tugging me here and there when I start licking and sucking and adding fingers. “Once I stopped feeling like I was in a furnace, it got better.”