Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 55782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
And finally, there is Julissa. The baby and the only girl. Mom and dad thought they were done after Julio but then came a girl. She is the princess of the family. But she is also the family I.T. specialist. That girl could hack the Pentagon in less than five minutes. She is sort of a genius. Though I have noticed, she seems a bit restless lately. I get it. She is 22 and has never lived outside of the family compound. I would be restless too. I remind myself to call her and catch up.
But, right now I need to make this last phone call to get everything moving.
“Papá.”
“Ah. Mi chico hermoso. ¿Qué pasa?”
“Nada Papa. Nothing is wrong. I found her.”
“Sí? Ah congratulations my son. I am so happy for you. Wait. You're calling me. Is something wrong?” My dad is always sharp and in tune to us. My mother and siblings and I have always been everything to my father.
“I emailed you the file on her. I need the jet set for the afternoon. It's a snatch and go job. Set the touchdown for the island on Corfu.”
“Good choice my boy. Consider it done. Have you talked to your mama? Don’t make my woman cry son.” Always protecting her.
“I talked to mama already. She is preparing.”
“Good boy. It shall be done. Enjoy your new purpose in life my son. If you are faithful to her and treat her like she's your Queen, she will propel you to the throne. Love you my boy.”
“I love you too papa.” Now, all of the ends have been covered.
Time to go get my girl.
4
Lexi
Oh God. My pussy is so wet, and every time I run my fingers through it, they come up sticky. With nothing else to do with the stickiness, I have begun sucking my fingers into my mouth every night. I am picturing that it is Saxson feeding them to me. This has basically become every night occurrence. Me masturbating to some vision of him or another.
I squeeze one of my nipples with the other hand and that causes my pussy juices to gush into my other hand that is pumping in and out of my greedy little snatch. I want him to take my cherry and fuck me. Looking at the size and width of his body, I know his cock is going to be massive. He is going to claim and tame me at the same time, while making me bow before it and worship it in tandem with my own pleasure.
Shit. I squeeze my legs together as my hand continues to pump in and out, trying to add more pressure to my already swollen pussy. I have gone from using dildos today to my hand and it still isn’t enough. I have cum three times and each time I want more and more. The fucked-up part is I know it will never be enough, until it is with him. Normally, I can calm down after at least two. But I think the events of today have me more worked up and I need something more to take the edge off.
The day started off nice enough. My best friend Lara came over, picked me up, and we went shopping for her college luggage. I was happy to help her, but I was also feeling jealous. She is getting out, living on her own, being her own woman, going to college, and having new adventures.
I wish it was me. My dad would say every time I brought up college, “Why would you need to worry about that when you have such a beautiful face? Find yourself a rich husband and then you could be like your mom.”
That, I find insulting. My mom does nothing all day except go get Botox, shopping, spending money she didn't earn, and drink with her friends. Oh, and when my dad needs to show her off, she is oh too happy to oblige. That is not who I want to be. I mean, to be completely honest I am not sure who I am, but I know I don’t want to do that.
After we got Lara’s luggage and some clothes for school, we decided to go to lunch. Mind you, I love to eat. Though you can’t tell because I hardly ever gain weight. But I could give two shits. We are having a good time eating and gossiping when my phone rings. I look at the caller ID and see it is Jared. Rolling my eyes, I ignore it.
“Who was calling you Lexi?”
“No one important. Now what were you saying about preview?”
Bzzzzz. Bzzzzz.
Seriously. Doesn’t this guy not take a hint. I silence the phone again and as I go to put it back in my pocket it buzzes again, and Lara grabs it to answers it. The fact that I am trying in vain to signal to her not to answer it while trying to grab it back, doesn’t faze her one bit. I grab it too late.