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)
For that whole summer of my thirteenth year, I was in a quandary. I had dreams of my real momma changing her mind and coming back for me. Of course, I would miss momma and daddy but it would mean getting out of Moss Creek. The most boring place on the face of the earth.
I guess you’re trying to figure out how I made it through life with that horrendous name. Well, when I was five I declared my name was Emerald and no one was to call me different or they’d get them a black eye. The only one who tried was Cora Streep and she got a week of whuppings to set her straight. Ever since then I’ve been Emerald.
Fast-forward five years, and I met and fell in love with Dale Pierson, well met is an operative word. I’d known him in some form or fashion my whole life, we both grew up here after all. It’s just that that’s when he chose to ask me out.
I was green as a stump and didn’t have the sense of a goose so I ended up giving myself to him six months later even though I knew better. It wasn’t all that good and I couldn’t figure out what all the hoopla was about but to please him I let him do his thing until he went off to college.
I was supposed to go off to school as well. I had the grades, in fact, better than his. But that year momma got seriously ill and I had to stay home to take care of her.
So, I went to the local college one town over, instead of the school of my dreams, and got my degree in education, which is what I’d always wanted. But by then momma had grown worse and then she up and died.
Dale would still take me out parking on his trips home from school so I always thought we were still an item. Though I did notice after a while that the calls kept getting less and less and the emails were nonexistent.
I understood that he was busy, after all, he was a big-time football star and we all know what that means in the South.
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Emerald
The deal was that when we turned twenty-two we were gonna get married. School was over and it was time to settle down and start a life together. I had dreams of us buying old man Marley’s old plantation house and fixing it up real nice…
“Ahhhh…” I was brought back to the here and now with a strong jab.
“What did I tell you about that wandering shit? Women don’t wander off when I’m fucking them I take that as an insult.”
Even his threats made my hoo-hah quake with unbridled lust. What is it about this guy? Is he real? He’s almost like a machine. The way he can go all night without stopping, the way everything about him makes my body sing.
I guess he really did take exception because he seemed to be on a mission now, using his cock like a destroying missile and my womb was the target. I knew it had to be my womb he was butting up against because he was as deep as he could go in there.
I didn’t wander off per se this time, how could I? But I had to take protective measures. I had to come out of my body for a minute to save myself. My poor sunflower hadn’t ever known such joy, she was about to expire from over stimulation.
He upped the ante and added a little dipping movement, lowering his hips and lifting his pelvis, which had his cock reaching somewhere else entirely. A place that was sure to make me crazy.
Now my eyes crossed before rolling back and that liquid heat was free flowing down my thighs like a never-ending busted tap. The noises coming out of me were somewhere between a scalded cat and a praying mantis.
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit… you’re killing me.”
“Yeah, that’ll teach you to doze off when I’m fucking you.” He slapped my ass for emphasis and what do you know I’m a freak because I’d be damned if that didn’t feel good.
The squeezing of my pussy at that exact moment, the gushing juices and one of those inhuman screams must’ve tipped him off to my newfound perversion because he did it again and that’s all she wrote.
My poor bed got to rocking back and forth, my head was banging into the headboard and my nails were tearing holes into my good sheets. I was supposed to tell him to pull out because he wasn’t wearing a condom.
Irresponsible I know but that’s what happens when you’re having revenge sex, you don’t think right. Besides, he’d made it known, after asking me for my physical history, that he didn’t like them. Tell him to pull out Emerald, don’t be stupid.