Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Anger tinges the second half of the admission, rising from a defensive place deep inside of me, the place that has told me not to get close to anyone because it’ll only end in pain.
She turns, her cheeks glistening with tears.
Does this woman really have no idea how beautiful she is, how perfect?
Even after crying, she glows radiantly, as though her womb is sending signals through her body, calling out to me to pump into her with everything I have. I’d unleash myself like the beast I am, burying my hands in her beautifully fleshy hips, pulling her toward me with each thrust, her young fresh pussy tight around my manhood, squeezing me intimately to let me know how badly she wants me to make her pregnant.
“I meant it,” she says. “It is okay.”
I smirk as I swagger over to her. Maybe I’m trying to hide how much emotion she’s prompting in me. “You can’t know that. You don’t know what happened over there.”
I pause when we’re bare inches apart. Her scent is as intoxicating as the rest of her, whirling around me with messages hidden within her scent. The base of my manhood throbs at the closeness, willing me to embrace her.
“What happened?” she murmurs.
I laugh gruffly. It’s either that or let out a berserker’s roar.
“Something bad. But I don’t want to talk about it right now.”
She nods shortly. “Okay. Fair enough. But if we’re going to be roommates, you should get used to sharing stuff.”
Fuck.
Is that a sassy smile trying to lift the corners of her mouth? It’s like sunlight appearing between gray clouds on a sad day, so unexpected and sudden it causes an answering flurry inside of me.
“Does that mean you’re going to stay with me?”
“When you grow up in the system, you learn not to turn things down out of pride. Right now, let’s face it, I’m screwed if I stay here. He knows where I work. He knows where I live. He can strike any time he wants. But if you mean it, if you’ll really let me stay…”
“I mean it,” I say passionately. “I won’t let him hurt you. I’ll escort you to work if that’s what it takes. Or, fuck it, you can quit your job and stay with me rent free until you figure something out. Anything to keep you safe.”
She gasps and I wonder if I’ve gone too far.
At the same moment, the helm of my manhood twitches, and my underwear rubs torturously against my length.
It’s the way her mouth stays open after she gasps, making me envision what she’d look like with my cock plunged between her lips, the way her stifled moans would fill the air as I instruct her to rub her needy young slit.
I need to calm down.
I’m going to savage her if I don’t relax.
“Are you serious?” she asks.
“Yes.”
“But… I don’t understand. All of this because of a letter?”
No, you perfect silly young thing. It’s not because of a letter. It’s because I’ll never be able to live with myself if I let anything happen to you.
But I’m too conscious of what she told me about Jerry to tell her the full truth. I can easily imagine her viewing my sudden interest – and that’s putting it mildly – as too much too soon.
“Because you seem like a great person.” Again, this is mild as fuck compared to how I truly feel about her. “And I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if something happened to you. Come stay with me, Zoey, and I’ll use some of my contacts to try and get a handle on this Jerry situation.”
She bites her lip, which makes it insanely difficult not to reach up and palm her big full beautiful breasts. It’s the way I imagine her biting her lip when I bring her to a shivering orgasm when my hand is pressed against her sex, grinding up and down over and over until her body begins to quiver and sweet sticky cream squirts all over my palm.
“You’d really do that for a stranger?”
You’re not a stranger. You’re the future mother of my children.
I remind myself to be cautious, to take it slow…
Even if I know that I won’t be able to hold myself back once she’s living in my apartment.
“Yes. Now go and pack your things. I don’t trust myself to stay calm if that piece of shit returns.”
She nods and walks over to her bedroom door, and then pauses, standing in the threshold. “Thank you, Zack. This is all so crazy. Jerry coming back… you visiting me… you know, it’s a lot to take in. But thank you. I don’t know what I’d be doing right now if you weren’t here, but I know it wouldn’t be good.”
“You don’t have to worry about that,” I tell her firmly.