Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 34735 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34735 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
When it came to her jobs, he was the one taking care of it. The seedy bar she currently worked in, he didn’t like it, but he had dealt with the guy who owned the place. Blaze had clocked the way he looked at Fay, and he didn’t like it.
Over the years, he’d taken care of many of the guys who’d looked at Fay the wrong way.
The young woman didn’t know how goddamn gorgeous she was. As a kid, she’d been mousy, on the chubby side. Now, she had some sweet fucking curves, and he’d started to notice them when she was eighteen.
He’d been staying with his sister for a couple of weeks to fix up her apartment. Blaze loved his sister, but he also knew if they lived together for any length of time, they’d kill each other. It was why he’d always given her space. They were too hotheaded for one another.
Anyway, Fay had a girls’ night with Blair. They hung out, had a few drinks. Blair had gone to bed, and Fay, halfway through the night, had stumbled out, needing the bathroom. He doubted she remembered.
She never gave any indication she remembered.
He still remembered her as if it was yesterday. She’d worn a small bralette that barely covered her breasts, and a pair of boy shorts that had ridden up. Her feet had been bare. Her body on full display.
She liked to hide it behind large sweaters and cardigans, rarely wearing anything that emphasized her curves. Fay had large tits, and they were big, so natural, and he just wanted to touch them. Even tonight, she wore a dress, one he’d seen many times before without her wearing a cardigan. Those tits were a struggle to confine, but they made his mouth water. She hid them tonight as well, with a cardigan buttoned up to near her neck.
Such a shame.
Her waist curved inward, but it wasn’t tiny; she had an hourglass figure with more meat on her bones. Her hips as well; he couldn’t keep his gaze away from them when she walked away or even stepped into a room. They were designed to have his hands on them as he fucked her hard, holding on to those sweet hips.
Just thinking about it made his dick rock fucking hard.
He wanted her. That was never going to stop. It hadn’t stopped. Not since before she was eighteen. He was only five years older than her, but fuck, he felt wrong wanting her.
Until now.
It was why he’d taken care of her and kept himself away.
But she’d stepped into his fight with a fucking date.
She was always going on dates, and he couldn’t stand that. Fay was his. She’d been his for a long fucking time.
That night a while back, when he got to see her, he couldn’t resist. Fay didn’t remember how he gripped the back of her neck, pulling her against him so he felt those sweet tits pressing against his chest. How he’d stroked his other hand down her back, curving in at her waist and then cupping her curvy ass.
He wanted to touch her again, but he knew that was impossible. Not now. The last time, he’d kissed her hard, wanting to fuck her, to take her, to make her his, but she’d also been drunk.
In the morning, Fay hadn’t remembered a thing. There was no blush when she looked at him. No sign that she even remembered what had happened. It had kept Blaze going until this moment.
He was tired of her going out with douches. He was tired of waiting.
Those lips had been his two years ago. They belonged to him. None of her dates had ever gotten serious, but if they had, he would have taken care of it.
No one deserved her. Not even him.
Those plump lips called to him. They would look so good wrapped around his dick, but for now, they were going to work on his lips.
He couldn’t resist. He knew he should, but then, he slammed his lips down on hers, moving his hands so one gripped the back of her neck, holding her still, and the other cupped her ass. So fucking juicy.
Exactly what he wanted.
Fay called herself chubby and fat. He’d heard the words spilling from her lips, but to him, she was utter perfection.
Beautiful.
All his.
He wanted her so fucking badly.
Pre-cum leaked out of the tip of his cock, and he had this overwhelming need to take her, right now, against the wall. To stake his claim on her. He wanted her so badly.
Denying himself hadn’t helped. Distance hadn’t made him forget about her.
She opened her lips, and he couldn’t resist plunging inside, making love to her mouth. All of a sudden, he heard the alarm.
The fight had been busted. The alarm was to alert everyone that the cops were coming.