Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
He had no choice but to take out some pimps during his time, especially when he heard they were forcing young schoolgirls onto the streets. He dealt with it then put an end to it. People feared him because they didn’t know what he would do next.
Faith frowned. “You don’t?”
“No.”
He’d not lied to Faith. She knew exactly who he was, his reputation, and he didn’t hide it. Men and women feared him.
“Why?” Faith asked.
He chuckled. “You’re confused because I don’t kidnap and sell women or force them to fuck random men?”
“It’s the oldest profession, isn’t it?”
“You’ve watched way too many movies.” But her curiosity in him had stopped her from shouting at him and glaring. He was happy about that.
“But, wouldn’t women bring in like a lot?”
“Again, from the movies?”
She shrugged. “And I’ve done some reading as well.”
He chuckled. “You’re cute.”
She had stepped toward him and now he reached out and pulled her down onto his lap, moving her into position so that she straddled him. Running his hands down her back, he cupped her ass and groaned as she rubbed her sweet hot ass across his dick. He’d been enjoying her rant and now having her in place, he was in an even greater mood than before.
“You don’t sell women?”
“No.”
“Are you lying?”
“I could be.” Running his hands up her body, he cupped her tits. She still wore the modest dress that was part of her working wardrobe. She had sleeveless ones with a high bodice that covered those tits for the summer. The same dress but with sleeves on for the winter. He noticed she always accessorized her outfits, though. Belts along with a few pieces of jewelry.
She gave a little moan as he rubbed his thumbs across each nipple.
“I’m not a good man, Faith.”
“I know.”
“But there are some things I never do.”
“You’re a bad man with ethics? Is there such a thing?”
He pinched her nipples and watched her gasp. Not too hard to cause her extreme pain, but enough to drive her pussy toward his dick.
Traveling with a passed-out Faith hadn’t been fun. Nigel had warned him that she always got scared. She panicked. She’d struggle to breathe. So, even though he wanted to take his time with her, fuck her on the plane, and let her have some fun, he read a fucking book while she slept. He kept an eye on her. Of course he would.
Reaching behind her, he slowly peeled down the zipper, loving the sound as he began to undress her. Faith had to sit up so he could pull the dress off her body. It didn’t take him long to have her in just her bra and panties. This time, he got to see a beautiful peach set.
He loved to see what new lingerie she wore. Faith loved to wear matching sets. During his private exploration of her home, he’d checked out her drawers to find she had a little obsession with lingerie. It was a habit and possible addiction he was more than happy to be complicit with. Her body deserved to be wrapped in the very best.
Stroking the tips of his fingers up her back, he touched her bra. All it would take was a flip of his fingers for the bra to be off her body. He didn’t go for it right away. Instead, he brought his palms around to cup her tits. They were full, the nipples already tightly beaded. They wanted to be sucked. His mouth watered for a taste.
“Do you forgive me?” he asked.
He flicked his thumb back and forth across each peak. She had such sensitive tits. All it took was the lightest of touches to set her off.
She nodded her head, gasped, and arched toward him. “Yes.”
“Do you want me to play with you?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to suck on your tits?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes.”
He was tempted to ask her if she wanted him to keep her, but he wasn’t going to push her too far. Faith had her limits and she wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment. It was why he needed her knocked up and fast.
Flicking the catch at the back of the bra, he slowly worked it off her body, throwing it onto the floor. He had destroyed a lot of her panties, and the peach pair were not shown any mercy. He wanted her completely naked, and tearing them off her body was the easiest way to achieve that.
Faith surprised him by reaching out and putting her hands on his shoulders, but then she began to pull his shirt right off. He’d already loosened it from his pants, so it was easy to get rid of. He didn’t want Faith to leave his lap, so he had no choice but to wriggle his pants off, and for the journey, he’d not bothered to wear any kind of boxer briefs.