Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
My eyes take her in, so young and ready for whatever I want her to do, but before I can take this any further, the sound of my phone ringing pulls us both out of the moment. For a second, I consider not answering it. But it may be an emergency—maybe one of my siblings needs help—so I bite back a curse and grit my teeth.
I take a few steps to grab my jeans from her hallway floor, searching the pockets until I find my phone. An unknown number makes me answer the call, only to find it’s an emergency job that I need to take.
“I’m sorry, baby girl. I have to get back to work. Don’t worry about your necklace. I’m going to ask around about Roy and see what pops up. Don’t talk to him on your own.”
“I won’t, Daddy,” she replies with her eyes begging me to stay.
“Are you going to work today?” I ask her.
Havana sulks and shakes her head. “No. I don’t have a job anymore. I had to call in late because Roy showed up and my manager texted me back not to come in and that I was terminated effective immediately.”
“I’m sorry, baby girl. I can help you out if you need anything until you decide what you want to do.”
“What do you mean?”
I pull my clothes on and sit beside her on the bed. “If you want to find another job, or if you want to go to school, whatever you want to do. I’ll help take care of you until you figure it out, baby girl.”
“What if all I want to do is you?” She giggles.
I lean over and kiss her gently before it morphs into a passionate embrace where I lean her back onto the bed. My hand slips between her thighs, rubbing between her moist folds before I dip my finger inside of her.
Her body responds immediately to my fingers stroking her walls. She writhes against me with every pump of my fingers speeding up to pull an orgasm out of her before I leave.
She whimpers and rolls her hips into my hand, her walls clenching around my fingers. “That’s right, baby girl. Come all over my fingers. Give it all to Daddy.”
She draws her thighs together as the climax racks her body with tremors. When the vibrations settle, I pull my fingers out of her, sucking on them before I lean in for another kiss.
The fire between us can’t be put out, but when my phone rings again, I know I need to stop this.
“Baby girl, you’re going to make me late. Save this pussy for me and I promise you I’ll take good care of you tonight.”
“You promise?” she says, lust pouring from her eyes and tugging me right in the heart. I want Havana more than anything. It’s not even just the sex. Yes, my body goes haywire when she’s around. Yes, the need to drive myself inside her is already making me crazy.
But fuck it. I want more than that. So much more. I want her in my home. In our home. Not just today but every single day. And I want to bind her to me with a ring and my seed inside her.
“I do. Now, let me get out of here before you make me sell my business to lay up with you forever.” I drag myself out of her bed and leave her apartment.
The late afternoon sun beams brightly, taunting me for being out here instead of inside of Havana. But what’s a man who won’t do his job to make an honest living?
I’m just about ready to hop in my truck when I notice a woman sweeping the area next to the steps leading into the building. She’s a bit older than me, and I can’t help but think she’s Havana’s landlady. After letting my customer know I’ll be there shortly, I approach the woman.
“Afternoon, ma’am,” I greet her with a tip of my head.
“Well aren’t you a tall drink of handsome?” she says, eyeing me from head to toe. It happens more often than not, but my mind never entertains the admiration much. She keeps her smile wide as she speaks. “How can I help you?”
“I want to know about the man you had look at the plumbing in this building,” I tell her.
“Oh,” she frowns. “What’s it to you?”
“Havana Bradley lives here. She told me about a very uncomfortable experience she had this morning with someone who looked at the plumbing in her apartment. Something was taken from her as well.”
The woman sighs. “Roy Jonas. He’s some two-bit hustler masquerading as a plumber.”
“So why hire him to work on the building?” I ask.
“Listen, buddy. I only manage the property. I don’t own it. I was told that he’s going to be handling our plumbing and maintenance for the foreseeable future. He’s to be let in to handle repairs, and I’m not allowed to ask any questions.”