Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
He drove me home with that damn hand on my thigh again, but every time his fingers started to travel, I pushed them back in place. Until he just grabbed my crotch to make a point. “How am I supposed to sit like this?”
“You shoulda thought of that before trying to keep my pussy from me.” He doesn’t look crazy; I swear on everything I own.
When we reached the house, he walked me inside, stopped just inside the door, and pressed me against the wall before trying to stifle me with his tongue. “Don’t leave the house today. I’ll come by on my break and have you for lunch. That should give you enough time to heal up.”
He just left after saying that, and I slid down the wall on my ass. Then I remembered I had a call to make. I found my phone in my purse and had about a hundred missed calls from Sheila. “Where the hell have you been?”
“Sheils, you know that saying, I need to see a man about a horse? He is the horse.”
“Who?”
“Damon!”
“I’ll be right there, you wench.”
I heard her burning rubber getting into my driveway. This heifer walked into my house and saw me halfway to death’s door, and the first thing she asked was, “It was that good, huh!”
I squinted up at her because I’d used the last of my strength to get here. I’d put up a good front in front of him, but I’m gonna have to see about some things. ‘Sheila, I think I need to go to the emergency room. Can the cooch get a concussion?”
She laughed her ass off and helped me up off the floor. Once she saw the condition that I was in, with my legs spread all to hell and back while I walked on the balls of my feet she decided it was a good time to FaceTime her sister so the two of them could laugh at me.
“That’s nothing short of twelve-thirteen inches right there. You’re welcome.”
“How you know so good?” That set them off again.
“Bend down and touch your toes, Jo.”
“I would if I could find them.”
Maeve looked off-camera to yell at someone. “You see me doing something? I done told you already, when I’m busy don’t interrupt me.” She kissed her teeth and came back to us.
“Who is that?”
“My asshole boss. Give me all the deets. How many times, what positions, and did you cum?”
“Sheila, check the door because he has a habit of showing up when I’m talking about him.” She did just that, and we got down to brass tacks. You’d think these two heifers were the ones getting sprung, as Maeve called it.
“I was going to suggest we go lingerie shopping, but I think that might be setting you up for murder. I think I’m going home on my lunch break. Have mercy.” She fanned herself and yelled at her boss again. “I’m happy for you, sis.”
Sheila had tears in her eyes I don’t know why. And then she saw the flowers that I’d all but forgotten and showed them to Maeve. “Oh, I forgot to tell you guys about Kevin showing up at my door and Damon finding him here.”
“Ah, no wonder he tried to break your back. Real men don’t like other men near their woman.”
“I know that’s right. Lemme see how I can make Jonathan jealous so I can get in on some of this action.” Sheila, with her crazy self, looked like she was giving it serious thought.
“I gotta go get outta these jeans because this center seam is not helping my sore cooter.”
The two of them fell over themselves, laughing as I duck-walked from the room. I think I’ma have to take up yoga again, for real. Heyyyyy, that’s right. By next week I’ll have something for Long John Silver’s ass.
JOLENE
As promised, he showed up at my house about five minutes after his break started, which means his ass was probably stalking my neighborhood. Sheila had left half an hour earlier to take her ass back to her house, where she was supposed to be working from home.
I’d already showered again and put on a tee shirt and some shorts without panties because the cooch needed airflow. The staff was off on Mondays, thank heaven, because I wasn’t sure what the hell was going to happen, and I have a tendency to scream when he’s trying to split me in two.
I made lunch just in case, but as soon as I opened the door, he was like a man on a mission. I lost my shorts somewhere between the door and the sectional couch in the TV room, got spread out on the edge of a seat, and fed him lunch.
Fed him my ass; he took what he wanted, though I can’t complain because his tongue helped ease the sting that was still lingering a little bit. Now, I used to be a cheerleader in school but it’s been a while since I did any splits.