Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“Just stop,” I whisper, running my hands up and down my black jeans. I deserve this. When all my friends were doing the minimum so they could have fun, I was studying or volunteering because that’s who I am. Getting into CAU was my dream come true, and I’m not about to let a couple of bad days and a bitchy sibling make me pack up and leave.
My phone dings and I look down to see a text from Jude. It’s that stupid GIF of Kim Kardashian tossing money. Then sixty dollars shows up from Apple Pay, which I instantly deposit, then order an Uber.
This is crazy. I don’t have money to Uber back and forth to school every day. I’m either gonna have to call my dad, or figure something else out, but right now I need to get there and get day one over with.
Closing my eyes, I take a deep, calming inhale and exhale. Everything is fine, fantastic really. It’s been a little bumpy lately, but that’s to be expected in a new environment.
Just get to school, Alex, and find your classes. Everything else will fall into place. What more can go wrong?
BRETT
“Fuck, Misty, you can suck a cock,” I hiss, looking down at the blond head of the woman currently deep throating me. Her big, tan fake tits push out of her sports bra. I twist one of her nipples, my other hand tightening on the back of her hair.
“You gonna swallow this morning.” It’s not a question because I know she’ll swallow. With a grunt, I let go, shooting my load straight down her throat. She gags but takes it all like the pro she is. Jerking her head off me, I grin while she licks her lips like a cat who just drank some cream. Standing, she reaches to pull off her black leggings, but I slap her ass.
“Not today, Mist. First day of classes.” I flash her a grin.
She freezes midjerk to straighten, giving me a prime view of her toned body and fully waxed pussy.
“But I’ll be quick.” She pouts, her fingers trailing up and down her well-toned abs.
“Can’t. But feel free to take care of yourself while I shower,” I say over my shoulder, jerking my sweaty T-shirt off. We had just finished our morning run on the beach when Misty attacked my cock.
Literally.
Hank, her eighty-six-year-old husband, is at his dermatologist appointment, getting another laser treatment so his old face can look even more waxy.
Who am I to say no to her? It wouldn’t be friendly, or neighborly for that matter. When she flounces onto my dark-green couch, I smirk.
“You’re lucky you have a giant cock and are pretty,” she huffs as she shimmies out of her leggings and promptly starts to rub her clit. Her loud porn star moans make me smile as I walk into my bathroom to start the shower.
Misty’s been my neighbor, and sometimes workout partner, for years. We hook up when I don’t have someone in my life. She was a huge porn star in her early twenties; then she met and married her current husband Hank, retired, and moved to Malibu to be a trophy wife.
Hank can’t get it up anymore. Misty is fun and no drama. That, and she can take my giant cock and deep throat it.
I don’t bother turning on the hot water—I take cold showers to keep my mind and body sharp—and soap myself up as I go over my day. I have the welcome back breakfast meeting for the engineering school, where one-hundred-and-fifty of my colleagues and staff will listen to the same shit we hear every year. I’ll stop by, smile, nod, grab a cup of coffee, and leave.
Next, I need to make a quick syllabus for this Engineering 101 class I said I’d cover. Jamie Knight just had a baby and is on maternity leave, so I said I’d help out. It’ll be good for me, keep me on my toes since I taught only one freshman class last year.
I shut off my shower and step out, grabbing my towel to dry quickly. I don’t hear Misty, so I assume she left. This is why we’ve stayed friends for so long. She wants nothing from me, well, besides my dick. We both get off with no strings attached.
Rubbing the towel back and forth on my wet hair, I toss it in the corner.
Walking into my bedroom and grabbing a pair of dark jeans, I pull them on and look out at my ocean view. I inherited this house from my grandparents. Well, both Jett and I did, but since he’s a multimillionaire, I got it.
It’s prime property on the ocean in Malibu. I could never afford anything close to this on my salary, and over time, I’m slowly remodeling it. This summer, I spent the break making it completely solar, even replacing the entire front of my house with energy-efficient windows. Now, when you walk in, you’re greeted with nothing but the sky and ocean for as far as you can see.