Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“Swallow it. It’s all yours. Don’t waste any.” She shudders in her own orgasm as my takes me from the light into the darkness. I pump spurt after hot spurt into her throat and she struggles and swallows around the swollen head.
When she’s done, she’s near panicked, gasping for air as I work myself inside my pants, stroking her hair.
“You did so good, little one.”
She nods, eyes glazed, jizz and saliva dripping from her lips and onto her tits, when there’s a ding and the horrible sound of the elevator doors sliding open.
Lula
“Jesus, Mom, don’t you knock?”
“It’s an elevator, Lula. You don’t have to knock on an elevator door. I just pushed the button and surprise! Here you are.” She adds a scowl. “This is my house. The house I…”
Larry is grinning as I’m trying to pull my dress over my tits while Scotch just stands and turns to face them without a hint of shame. Even I notice my mom’s desperate attempts to look right at his face and not let her gaze drop. He’s put himself away, but the outline of that monster inside his pants is still clear as day.
“We’re together,” he says. “Deal with it.”
Larry starts to chuckle. “Until you get bored of her, sure.”
I draw a sharp breath at the certainty in his words, my heart starting to thunder. Could that be true? Am I just a fling? I thought…
Scotch shakes his head. “This is it for me. She’s mine. Now get out, we’re not done here.”
Not done? I’m here trying to cover my nakedness while our parents stand there staring. “Wait, I think—”
Scotch turns his head and his eyebrows cinch together. “I said we’re not done. They’re leaving. And later, we’re going to tell your dad too. Make this all official. Okay?”
I nod, dazed. What can I say except, “Okay.”
“Good.” He turns back to Larry and Mom. “I thought I told you two to leave.”
CHAPTER 9
Scotch
“I don’t think I’ll get invited back too soon. My mother will never speak to me again.”
“Baby, your mother will be fine. Everything will be fine because I’m going to make it fine.”
I’ve got her on speaker while she’s following me in her POS Buick to my main garage where I work on mostly high-end classic cars and keep my own collection. I told her I wanted to show her my place which is a huge open space above the storage space at the garage but I have other motives.
“Everything is just so crazy since the other night. It’s like life I’m in a fun house only some of it isn’t so fun.”
“Baby. I said, leave your worries with me. You tell me what you want, and I’ll make it happen if I can. Your mother? She’ll get over it. We’re together. That’s that. She’ll come around. I can be charming if I want to and a woman like your mother? Baby, she’s addicted to charm.”
That fucking blow job she gave wrecked me. I was gone for her before, but now? There’s no path back and I hope like hell I can be the man she wants me to be.
We pull into the garage and I lead her through the back, four of my guys are in the bays working and they give me the side eye but I just nod back. I don’t even want them looking at her. She’s got that dreamy, flushed look still from being oxygen deprived which I plugged her throat with my dick and my scent is on her so everyone in here better know to back the fuck off.
There’s a gut punch of jealousy that darkens me for a moment because I realize, I’ll be on guard like this for the rest of my life. Not because I think she’s going to step out, but just because I know what I have. She’s high fucking value and I know, there will be other’s sniffing around from now until the end of time trying to get a piece of the perfection that she is.
Good fucking luck. I’ll leave a trail of bodies behind if necessary.
My bone deep need to claim her is unrelenting. She doesn’t know the hold she has over me but in time, she will and god love her, I’m sure she’ll use it to get everything she wants out of me and I’ll be happy to give it.
“This way.” I guide her with my arm over her shoulders through the open garage bays, pointing out this and that as we go until I get to the other end of the shop where there’s a fire door with a keypad.
I punch in the code and reach inside, flipping on the light then step inside with her next to me.
“Wow!” Her blue eyes light up as she takes in the huge space filled with classic cars I’ve restored over the years. “They are beautiful!”