Midlife Woes Read Online Jordan Silver

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
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“Are you on any medication for your ailment, or can you have wine?”

“What ailment?” He had the nerve to move his menu and look at me.

“That thing that makes you nuts.” I looked left and right but realized we’d been seated pretty much away from everyone else.

“You do know that women have gotten off for murder during this particular ailment, right.”

“Not this time. For one, I’m a cop, and for another, I’m a national treasure. Not to mention, my father would probably put a hit out on you, so you’d be better off in jail.”

I played with my hair and gave myself some time to come up with a comeback, but nothing came to mind, which I hated. Why does it feel like I can’t win an argument with him? “You know, when I was in kindergarten, you weren’t even born yet.”

“It’s not the age, it’s the mileage.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Figure it out.” I was fuming so that when the waitress came, I ordered wine and ignored him. He didn’t drink because he had to drive, and by the time my medium well steak that looked like half the cow was on my plate was served, I was feeling better.

He kept feeding me from his plate like I asked him, but somehow it tasted better. No one has ever gotten me to eat asparagus before, something I told him when he ordered it for himself and threatened me not to eat off of his plate. So why was he feeding me from said plate, and why was I eating the nastiness without complaint?

He kept cutting my steak and feeding it to me, which would usually annoy the hell outta me, but for some reason, I accepted. I guess that’s his love language or something, because I remembered that when we ate the tiger prawns at his place he’d fed me from his fingers as well.

I was loopy when we headed back to the house after polishing off a couple glasses of wine, so I let him carry me inside and put me to bed. I didn’t help him one bit until I remembered that he worked a stressful job and I was home all day.

To make it up to him after our nightly shower, I was very nice to him. Or, at least, I tried to be, but I couldn’t fit more than a few inches of his cock into my mouth. “I’d have to slit my mouth open on each side for this to fit.”

He just laid back with his hands behind his head, watching me make a fool of myself. “Does he seem bothered to you? He looks very happy to me. See what I mean about the mileage thing; you’re such an innocent.” Oh really?

I showed him how innocent I was when I put my legs behind my head. Take that, you jackass. “Whoa, yeah, this is perfect.” Perfect for what?

Up until then, I was enjoying the battering I had become accustomed to, but then he pulled back almost all the way out, bit down on my nipple, and slammed into something inside me that had me cumming and paining at the same time.

I held on for dear life as I tried to get used to this newest sensation. I know he was somewhere he wasn’t supposed to be because it felt too good, but still, there was a bite of pain added, and he looked like he was being tormented, so I don’t know why the hell he went in there.

Then I felt him cumming really hard, like when you turn the hose on the power washer. I didn’t even know men could cum that hard. His excitement only made me more excited, and I kept pushing the cooch up to his cock, and he damn near killed me on that bed.

You know it’s weird, but I hadn’t thought of my ex in weeks. That’s because Damon took up all of my time. I think we’d spent the last two months joined at the hip when he wasn’t working. This was the weekend he was going to meet the kids in person. I wanted to wait but he ignored me, said I was being stupid because he wasn’t going anywhere.

“Since I’m meeting your kids tomorrow, I guess it’s time I told you about my ex.” Oh goody, I’d been dying to know but was too afraid to bring it up again. “Mom didn’t like her.” That one got me to sit up real quick because I was not about to deal with another bitchy monster-in-law from the armpits of hell.

“It’s not what you think. Mom is very perceptive; she’s the sweetest, kindest soul, and she loves everyone, but I could tell from the moment she met Tara that something was off. But she didn’t say anything to me about it, which should’ve bothered me even more.”


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