Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
She stands at the top of my steps, and when I walk up, she smiles at me. “You’re back.”
“You waited?” I start shaking my head. I told her to go. She obviously has a hard time hearing, or perhaps that should be following instructions.
“I know what you need. Let me give you what you need.” She moves forward to touch me. Her hands on my stomach slowly drop to my cock. She grabs it and leans in close to bite my ear. “Let me show you.”
It’s like I’m on autopilot. I’m a starving man, so I nod my head as I open my door. She follows me inside, dropping her hand from my cock and starts stripping. She pushes me onto my sofa, then removes her dress. She has nothing on underneath.
As she reaches me, she says, “You’ve been a bad boy.” She climbs on my lap and tears my shirt open.
My cock twitches, but there’s nothing more.
No reaction at all.
She starts to grind on me, moving her bare pussy over my soft cock. “Do you want to tie me up and spank me?” she whispers into my ear, then bites it. “Maybe fuck me like the naughty girl I am.”
My hands stay at my side.
What the fuck?
Nothing’s happening. She’s giving me everything I need, and I still don’t have a hard cock.
When she realizes, she pushes back and stares at me, looks down between us and grabs my cock then looks back to me.
“What’s this?”
“You can feel what that is.”
She shakes her head at my words. “Why isn’t your dick hard? This is what you like… a submissive. I will submit to you as long as you fuck me,” she says, her eyes watching me closely. “Tie me down and have me. Gosh…” She gets up and puts her hands behind her back, showing me her bare ass, clutches her cheeks together, and bends over, showing me her ass and pussy while she looks over her shoulder. “Tie me up. I’m ready.”
I sigh, rubbing my face and stand. “Get dressed and leave.”
She stays where she is, bent over, hands still behind her as she watches me. “You can do whatever you want. Just take me,” she whines.
I pick up her dress from the floor and hold it out for her. “Get dressed and leave. Don’t make me repeat myself,” I growl at her.
She snaps out of it and snatches the dress from my hand and pulls it on. She huffs as she does, and I hold the door open for her as she goes to leave, but she stops, turns back to look at me. “They’ve all said you’ve gone soft. I guess they’re right.”
My hand snatches out quickly and grabs her throat. I smile at her. This is what she wants, for me to touch her, she likes it rough.
“No, I just have higher standards now.” I drop my hand and wait for her to leave.
“From what I’ve seen, Everly isn’t high.” She walks fast, preventing me from grabbing her again, the name leaving her lips shocks me so much, it took me too long to react to her little statement.
Slamming the door, I go back inside and wonder when Everly will leave my head.
When will I be over her?
The answer to that question is a million-dollar one and it scares me the most.
18
Everly
“You’re officially divorced,” May says, popping a bottle of champagne in front of my face.
I shake my head at her words, not even bothering to smile. How do you smile when this is what you want but don’t want all wrapped in a nice neat parcel?
The process was faster than I’d anticipated. I didn’t expect for this all to be happening this soon. It’s been one month. Is that usual? I don’t even know. He probably had something to do with getting it through so quickly.
“Why aren’t you smiling?” she questions me, one hand on the open bottle the other on her hip.
“I’m just not in the celebrating mood.”
She waves me off. “Of course you are. Come on, let’s go dancing.” I shake my head at her as she pulls me up, not taking no for an answer. Ryan hired a private area at the concert that May wanted to go to. So here we are, dressed as hippies, our bodies covered in glitter, our hair multiple colors, looking like we just stepped out of a sugar factory and ready to dance to May’s next obsession.
And trust me, she gets a lot of obsessions.
“You can now finally get laid, girl. Preferably by Buck.” She cackles, shaking her ass as she pushes through the throng of people. We finally get to the front and she bounces up and down as her singer comes on. I move with her, being forced and having nowhere else to go. When the song finally ends, she screams and jumps up and down, almost deafening me in the process.