Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 81745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
“I think they need to win the next two games because then they go on the road for six days, and you know that it’s going to be rough,” he says. I try not to let it bother me that Miller is going to be gone.
“Well, we will be back Monday with all the news. Stay safe, everybody.” I take my headphones off. “That was a good show,” I say. He nods, and I get up, putting my hand up to tell him goodbye.
I make my way to my office, where I grab my laptop and my bag, checking my phone and seeing that I have a text from Candace.
Candace: Are you ever going to call me back?
I laugh, thinking of when she called me on Wednesday while I was in the middle of watching a movie with Miller. I couldn’t even think about answering because he had my shirt up to my neck, my tits loose while he fucked me with his fingers. For the past five days, we’ve been together every single night. He usually picks me up, and we have dinner. Then we get hot and heavy right before he drops me off at home. I swear, this man is going to make me rip my hair out.
I dial her number as I walk out of the office. “Well, look at what the cat dragged in,” she says, answering after one ring, and I laugh.
“I am a cat,” I tell her, getting into the car. “A cat in motherfucking heat.” I slam the door and pull out of the parking lot.
“It’s been a week,” she says, shocked.
“It’s been eight days,” I huff out. “Eight days. I can’t even count the hours.”
“I have no words,” she says.
“Well, I have a couple of words,” I say. “He’s a grower, he’s a shower, and so help me God, he better be a plower.”
Candace laughs now. “I’m not kidding. He’s given me more orgasms than I can count, and still he hasn’t given me the proper fucking he claims he’s going to give me,” I huff out.
“Why don’t you just take things in your own hands?” She pushes me. “Climb that man like a tree.”
“You don’t think I’ve tried.” I roll my eyes. “He just picks me up and tosses me around like a rag doll and then eats my pussy until I forget everything.”
“Ewww,” she says, and I laugh. “You were on speakerphone.”
“I think I’m going to be sick.” I hear Ralph and laugh.
“Ralph, do me a favor and ask him why he isn’t giving me the dick,” I say loudly, and he groans out.
“The last thing I’m going to talk to Miller about is his dick and where he puts it,” he says. “Now, I’m going to go and pretend I didn’t have this conversation.”
“I can tell you right now where he should put it,” I say, laughing. “I’ll see you guys later.” I hang up and then call the man we are talking about.
“Hey there, gorgeous,” he says, and I smile like a love-sick idiot. “I was just thinking about you.”
“Really?” I say, tapping the steering wheel. “Well, were your ears ringing because I was just talking about you.” He laughs. “I was telling Candace and Ralph about how you don’t want to give me your dick.”
“Layla.” When he says my name, I know he’s mad. Over the past five days, the only time he has called me Layla was when he was pissed about something. “You did not talk about my dick with Ralph.”
“Yes,” I say, and he groans.
“I thought we said we would be private,” he says.
“I thought you said you were going to fuck me senseless!” I shout. He laughs now.
“Are you coming to the game tonight?” he asks, and I want to tell him no. “Why don’t you pack a bag and stay the night?”
“Are you going to give me what I want?” I ask, and he laughs. “I’m not kidding.”
“Text me to tell me if you are going to meet me at the game or be at my house after,” he says. “Be safe, gorgeous.”
I arrive at the game with Candace, wearing black jeans and a thick brown sweater with a thick collar. He notices my suede knee-high boots right away. He winks at me during his warm-up, and they end up winning the game with ten seconds to go when the puck bounces off his stick by accident. It’s a great game, and he walks out, smiling at the end of the game carrying his jacket. “There he is,” I say, pushing away from the car. “The number one star.”
“Ohh,” he says, putting his arm around my waist. “Are you my prize?”
“I’m whatever you want me to be.” I kiss him, and he opens the door for me.
“Those boots …” He shakes his head. “Got my cock hard already.”