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)
“Mom and I are extremely close, and she’s not the type to hide shit, especially not from me and Dad. I thought that maybe I was overthinking things or that it was just a new situation since Tara was the first girl I’d ever brought home to meet them.”
“Anyway, they weren’t around each other that much, so it kind of wasn’t an issue until a few weeks after we got engaged. My parents came out to stay with us for a few days, and Dad had to go out of town for a meeting one day. I left the house to go somewhere and went back when I forgot my wallet.”
“I walked in to hear her berating my Mom and calling her names. Mom was crying because Tara was threatening to cut me off from her forever. When she saw me, her eyes got wide, and she tried explaining some shit, but all I saw was my mother in tears.”
“I took the ring off her finger, walked her to the door, and slammed it shut in her face. She must’ve stood out there for a good hour yelling and crying, but I was focused on my mother. That sweet woman was pleading with me to give Tara another chance. It broke my fucking heart.”
“Mom’s on the spectrum, so Tara somehow thought that meant she could bully her. I wanted to kill her on the spot. In the end, she called the cops, but since I paid for everything, including her wallet, I just gave her her ID and told her to never cross my path again.”
“That bitch!” I sat up in bed, ready to fight. He laughed and pulled me back down to his chest.
“It’s all good slugger. That was years ago and I haven’t heard or seen her since. I got all her shit and made a nice bonfire later, even the luxury bags she was so fond of, and I took the ring back and got a refund, so no harm, no foul.”
“Still, I’d like to stomp a mudhole in her ass. How dare she?” For some reason, that got him going, and I ended up with this third leg lodged in my damn womb again. Which means I’m gonna be walking crooked in front of my kids tomorrow.
My children are no damn good. I wanted to meet at our home where I was comfortable and my daughter said it wasn’t fair to him because then it would be on our turf with five against one. My sons agreed that it should be on his turf since we outnumbered him anyway, and my boys could take him down if need be.
I have no idea what the hell they were talking about. Damon didn’t care one way or the other and just made a call to his staff. That fool went ahead and had a catered BBQ with chefs and everything. I was going to feed their ass chips and dip, and maybe some finger sandwiches on account of I woke up in a pissy mood and feeling under the weather.
Damon’s answer to everything is sex, so I spent the better part of the morning tied to all four posts of my new bed. And here I was, thinking he’d somehow found out that canopies were my favorite. No, his freaky ass had ideas from the get-go.
Ass up, ass down, my ankles and wrists were tied either way. I didn’t know I liked giving over control so much until it happened. I just laid there and let him do as he pleased, and boy, was he pleased. I found that laying on my back with his straddling my chest and feeding me his dick that way makes it go down easier. At least I think I got a bit more past my damn tonsils in that position.
Not to mention, having a pillow shoved under my ass while I’m tied up and being plowed deep and slow is a whole other kind of joy. “We need to get up, or we’ll be late getting to your place.”
“We’ve got time.” He was smushing me into the mattress with his heavy self, and all you could see of me were my arms and legs.
He untied me, worked the kinks out of my limbs, and then dragged me into the shower. “What if the kids don’t like you?”
“They’ll learn to get over it.”
“You’re supposed to say don’t worry that they’ll like you.”
“No, I’m not. You know your kids better than I do, so you would know if they’d like me or not. If they were younger, I’d say give them some time in that case, but they’re adults. You’re mine; no one is gonna change that.”
I already know they like him, but he needed to be brought down a peg or two with his over-confident self. Sometimes, I just want to slap him into next week.