Total pages in book: 178
Estimated words: 170884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 170884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
But he let me down so often before that it was hard to swallow my pride and invite him into my life again as a permanent fixture. Because I was still hurt. Because no matter that he was back, I couldn’t erase the last six years of emotional torment that he willingly put me through. Because, regardless of the fact that I loved him, I was still a woman scorned.
I was a fragile china doll, and Twitch didn’t just watch me fall. He threw me off of the safety of my mantle, knowing I would shatter. And now, the pieces left of me?
They were sharp.
A moment too late, I lifted my hand, returning his wave and pasting on a false smile that didn’t fit my face.
He, of course, noticed.
Pausing, I watched his smile wane as he contemplated what had happened between my front door and his to have caused me such distress, and without looking back, I walked into the house, closing the door behind me as gently as possible so as not to disturb the silence that greeted me as a friend.
A second later, my phone chimed.
Tony: I can bring him back.
My heart squeezed as I typed my short reply.
Me: Have fun x
I loved Twitch as much as a person was permitted to love another. Perhaps even more than was acceptable. Definitely more than was sensible.
My cell vibrated in my hand, and as though he’d heard my inner turmoil, I read his response with a tender heart.
Tony: I love you.
At that very moment, I felt silly about my hesitation.
Me: I love you too, honey.
I looked down at my response, and my fingers kept typing without permission. Stone-faced, I peered at the screen a long moment before hitting Send.
Me: But if you even contemplate leaving again, I will fucking kill you myself.
My heart thumped in my chest and I drew in a deep inhale, making a poor attempt to steady my heavy breathing. When my phone pinged a third time, I let out a shaky exhale as I read in silence.
Tony: Never, baby.
With those two words, I went from raging seas to tranquil waters, my unrest leaving me in a single shuddering breath.
Who was this man to have such power over me?
When my phone chimed again, I frowned down at the screen, and when I read the message, a shocked laugh left me.
Tony: Send me a tit pic.
I continued to laugh through my answer.
Me: No!
A second later,
Tony: That’s funny. You make it sound like it was up for negotiation.
My smiled turned timid. I found I kind of wanted to do it simply because it would please him.
But I couldn’t.
Could I?
No.
I shook my head and typed fast.
Me: Behave, Daddy.
When his response came in, my stomach clenched in time with my pussy.
Tony: Yeah, baby. That’s right. I like it when you call me Daddy.
My lips parted as a quiet squeak left my throat, and in my mind, I hated that I heard him speak the filthy words into my ear.
I should not have found that arousing.
Why was that so hot?
Almost immediately after that,
Tony: Gotta go. We’ll continue this later.
No. Come back!
But what I actually replied was,
Me: Miss you both already x
And I did.
I really did.
***
Ling
The woman in bed with me moaned with pleasure as I closed my lips around one pink nipple and sucked on the stiff peak. Her tits were perfect, just like the rest of her. So what if she was different? So was I. But who the hell was anyone to judge us?
I wanted to show her a good time, a blissful time, because she and I, although different, were fighting the same battles.
People judged us. They persecuted us. We were mistreated and hated on, and the love I showed her in this bed had that big dick energy behind it. The kind of lust that set the stars alight. I wanted to make her come over and over again until her pain was dulled and I was numb.
Numb was good. I could deal with numb.
The woman lifted her head, and breathed, “Ooh, baby. Look at what you do to me.”
Her hand disappeared under the sheets, and when it resurfaced, it was lightly jerking her cock.
I salivated, wanting to wrap my mouth around it so badly, and when she thrust her hips lightly in my direction, her pretty pink lips pouting, I smirked, giving her what she needed. I lowered my head, and as she held out her hard dick to me, I stuck my tongue out and licked all around the head of it, watching her heavily made-up eyes roll back into her head as I laved her stiff heat, licking up the precum I was causing to erupt.
So, yeah, I said no more men, and I meant that. Thankfully, I found a loophole. Which was great for me, because I loved nothing more than a good dicking down.