Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
“Oooh!” That was a first too, that cooing and the way she bit into her lip and closed her eyes as if enjoying the feel of my cock inside her.
I fucked half of him in her and stopped, pulled back and fucked in again, over and over until pussy juice ran down to her ass. “Touch yourself for me baby.”
Her whole body went red beneath her golden tan but her little hand got to work. I didn’t know the sight of her playing with her pussy was going to flip my switch. But I damn near killed her after that shit.
Lara
Dante La Rosa is crazy. I’d take out an Ad but I’m pretty sure everyone in the city already knows. He’d left to go into the city to work and also to meet with pops. I was left to wander this big old house by myself until he gets back.
But that’s not why he’s crazy. No, it’s what he said before he left that makes me think he’s off his nut. His big idea, if the parents don’t agree to us being together, is to leave the country.
On the one hand I’m tickled that he’d even think of doing such a thing just so we could be together, and on the other I’m thinking, extreme much? I’d just need a few minutes alone with pop to sell him on the idea I’m sure but this nut has no patience.
He slammed out the door in a tizzy because I told him not to be his usual rash self. I know had it been anyone else he was going to face he’d probably shoot them or punch them out if they got on his nerves; I’ve heard the stories. But since it was pop he can’t go that route.
I spent the next hour between anxiety, hope and fear. Just like my first day here, but for entirely different reasons. I never thought when I started teasing him that we would come this far. Never expected in a million years that he would want me like this.
He hasn’t said the words I’m dying to hear yet, but what we’ve shared so far is more than enough. People say those words too lightly these days anyway. I feel like I’m on a cloud right now, my only fear that something would go wrong and my bubble will burst.
I know pop very well; know how protective he is of me. But I also know his love for his son and I can’t imagine Dante not talking him into anything. If that doesn’t work, then I’m gonna have to give it a try no matter what he says.
Because as pleased as I am that he’d give up everything just to keep me, I didn’t want him to, he shouldn’t have to. And so I went round and round in circles all morning and into the afternoon pacing like a caged bird until fatigue took me under.
DANTE
Fucking pop. I hate being played. I’ma get his ass back if it’s the last thing I do. As I made my way home to her on the jet I kept replaying the conversation I’d had with him not that long ago. I still find it hard to believe that he’d orchestrated this shit. And why.
I hadn’t been afraid to face him with the news about me and Lara. Though everyone else shakes in their boots at just the mention of his name, I’m the only one who’s never known fear of him.
I always knew that no matter the situation, pop had my back. That’s why I’d told her that shit about leaving the country. I knew it wouldn’t come to that, but if it had, I would’ve done that shit too.
But what I did not expect was for my old man to be waiting for me when I called to tell him I was on my way to see him, that there something we needed to discuss.
He’d met me at the door. “Your stepmother went out shopping so we won’t be disturbed, come on back to the study let’s talk.” He was damn near jovial and I didn’t stop to wonder why.
His ass has been like that since he started sticking me with his workload so he could play golf and some other stupid shit my stepmother, now mother-in-law had gotten him into.
Mind you, this fuck bitched and moaned when I took my shit legit, told me it would never work and yadda-yadda. Then when shit started taking off he’d call me college boy and a whole slew of derogatory shit. But it didn’t take his ass long to start asking me to make the whole deal legit. Whatever!
“So, what is it that you wanted to talk to me about?” We’d barley made it into his study. Now I’m a man, I don’t beat around the bush about shit, and I respect pop too much to play games.