Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 19701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
“Yes, I don’t have a car remember?”
If another woman had made that statement to me I’d be looking for ulterior motives, but with her, I knew she was just stating a fact. Why that shit should piss me off is anyone’s guess.
“Isn’t it dark outside? What the hell are you doing walking that distance this late at night? Why didn’t you call me to come get you?” She looked at me like I’d lost my mind.
“Did I come at a bad time? Is something wrong? I could come back another time…”
“You’re fine. I just think it’s stupid for you to walk here alone this time of night.”
“I don’t have your number so how was I going to call you? Besides, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but Moss Creek is not exactly a hotbed of crime.” She didn’t even have my number. Shit, I can’t remember any woman of my acquaintance who didn’t have even that before I took them to bed.
Her lack of artifice pissed me off. Her unsophistication was another bone of contention. What kind of woman lets a man fuck her all night for damn near a week and doesn’t get anything out of it? Or was she just using me to get over her ex?
The thought made me even more livid than I already was and I wasn’t too gentle when I snatched her and headed for the bedroom which was the only room in the house I’d had the cleaning service my assistant hired fix up.
“You can see the rest of the place later.” That night for the first time I touched her in anger. My hands were rough and impatient when they tore her clothes away and again when I drove my fingers into her.
I ate her pussy hard and fast, just enough to get her wet so I could fuck. I showed none of the finesse of the previous nights and didn’t hold back at her scream when I fucked my cock into her hard.
She screamed bloody murder and scratched her nails down my back, tearing the skin and drawing blood. My mouth was punishing when we kissed, my teeth sinking into her lip before licking the sting away.
Her pussy was soaking wet and getting wetter with each thrust. I could actually hear that sopping noise each time I bottomed out inside her tight cunt, feel the heat of her juices on my cock and balls.
My strokes were long and hard, each one going deeper into her belly than the last until I knocked at the wall to her womb, something I’d been avoiding for the past week.
I knew it was a risk fucking her bare-skinned and without the pill, but I kept out of her womb for good measure. Tonight, something inside me was tired of running, tired of fighting. I just let her ass have it. It would serve her right if I knocked her ass up.
The thought of planting my seed inside her flipped a switch that I didn’t even know I had all the way the fuck on. The shit was so sweet that I fucked the first load of the night into her pussy less than half an hour after we started.
I chewed on her flesh like I was trying to consume her, or take part of her into me, while I used my cock like a battering ram, knocking down her walls. I was in a race against myself, trying to fuck her out of my system.
By the time I moved away from her in the early morning light, she had nothing left and I was barely cognizant. My dick was a raw slimy mess, covered in her pussy cream and the remnants of my seed, whatever wasn’t buried inside her no doubt fertile womb.
“You’re not on the pill are you?” I felt her tense up behind me and turned to look at her. The look in her eyes was answer enough. I cursed under my breath, mad all over again. How could she be this irresponsible?
She must’ve taken offense to my mutterings because the next thing I knew, she was sniffling. I turned just in time to catch her wiping her eyes and her face. “Why the fuck are you crying?”
“Why are you swearing at me?”
I didn’t have a good enough answer to give her so I just hauled her into my arms to make amends. I was a confusing mix of emotions. Anger, excitement, fear, want, lust…. And the list goes on.
“I’m leaving tomorrow…for a little while.” Now, why the fuck did I tack that last part on there? Maybe because as soon as the words were out of my mouth she looked like a puppy that had been kicked.
Now, what the fuck am I supposed to do with that shit? Did that mean that I’d have to come back here at some point? Fuck if I know. I just know that I need to get away from her, away from this town so that I can think.