Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 69371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
“More,” I urge, pushing back on him. “Please, more.”
“My woman wants it hard.” He slams into me, his balls slapping my clit.
“Yes,” I hiss, my hand going to play with my clit.
“Then I have to give it to her hard,” he says, gripping my hips and now fucking me hard. The both of us don’t last. I come within seconds over and over again. I’m close to the end of the orgasm when he stops moving, and I cry out, wanting him to move. “My woman wants to come again.” He slams into me, and all I can do is nod my head.
“Your woman wants you to come inside her,” I urge, as I squeeze my pussy around his cock. “Come to think of it,” I say, trying to focus on my words and not on the way he’s fucking me. “I want you to fuck me and then come in my mouth.” I can feel his cock getting bigger in me, his hands gripping my hips so hard he’s going to leave a mark. “I want to suck the cum from your cock, lick you clean, and then fuck you again.”
“Clarabella,” he hisses. “I’m going to.” His hands leaves my hips now, and I turn, taking his cock into my mouth as he comes down my throat. Over and over again, I swallow him, my fist working with my mouth. “Fucking hell,” he says when he slips out of my mouth. “That was.”
“That was,” I agree, turning and lying on my back, spreading my legs for him. “That was just the beginning.” I put one hand under my head, and the other hand moves to my pussy as I finger myself. “Your woman wants to come again. Now the question is are you going to watch me make myself come, or are you going to help?”
I turn off the car and look over at the house. My heart slams against my chest when I open the door and step out. Once I walk up the pathway, my hand shakes when I press the bell. I can hear footsteps, and I wonder if maybe I shouldn’t have come, but I can’t back out now because the door opens. “You have some nerve showing up here,” Edward’s mother says as she stands in the doorway of his house. The last person I thought I would see today was her, but I guess this is how it has to go.
“I’m looking for Edward,” I say, not backing down nor willing to let her see me nervous. I did nothing wrong.
“For what?” She sneers at me. “To gloat about moving on.”
I swallow down the hurt and then think about what he must have told his mother. “To gloat?” I ask, and everything in me snaps. “Is that what you think this is?” My voice goes louder, and I think I even scare her with my tone.
“Mother,” Edward says from behind her. “Close the door,” he snaps.
“Yes, close the door so I can’t tell you the truth,” I say, not even caring if people are staring at me. I guess the saying let’s give them something to talk about is right. “Yes, why don’t you so you won’t know why I actually left your son at the altar.”
“Mother, close the fucking door,” he snaps, and I see his face is white.
“Yes, Mommy,” I mock him. “Close the door, so I don’t tell you what a spineless coward of a son you have.” Edward’s mother’s face matches her son’s now. “I met Louise,” I say, and her eyes go big.
“That whore.” She laughs and folds her arms over her chest. “So what? Everyone has a past.”
“They do.” I nod my head. “But not everyone’s past comes with a future.” I look past her to Edward. “Not everyone’s past comes knocking on my door with a baby.” His mother gasps. “So if you are looking for the real reason as to why I left your son, you should ask him about Edward Jr.” I clap my hands. “Damn, this feels good.” I smile at her. “Now, down to the nitty-gritty. If you don’t stop harassing my family with frivolous lawsuits, I’ll have to tell them my truth. I don’t think you can sweep a child under the rug that easily. Especially since I’m sure Louise would love nothing more than to tell the world. Also, I want you to fuck off,” I tell Edward. “You see me walking down the street, go the other way. You see me come out of a restaurant or a store, turn the other way. Bottom line, you see me, you make sure I don’t see your face.” I nod at the both of them as they stand there, not saying anything. “Have a great day,” I say, turning and starting to walk down the stairs with a skip in my step. “Have a great life.”