Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 43574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
I gave her a few rough strokes for good measure and she got caught up in the action. At least she wasn’t calling me out, or questioning me to death. I spoke too soon because she pulled my head down and glared at me. So ferocious my little butterfly.
“I knew that’s what you were doing.” I didn’t miss the fact that there was no real heat in her words, and she hadn’t stopped fucking herself on my cock. “How do you know I’m not on the pill?” Well shit; missed that one didn’t you asshole?
I stopped fucking and looked down at her. “Are you?” The thought made me feel off, like I’d been robbed. I’d gone from never wanting this shit to suddenly needing it more than anything in my damn life.
She shook her head no and the sun came out again. I can’t believe how happy that shit made me. And since I was being such a sap I needed her with me. I’m seriously beginning to think I’m paying for my past fuckery. All those times I accused one of my guys of growing a vagina has come back to bite me in the ass.
“So why did you let me cum inside you? Unprotected.” Her eyes got that look. The one that was always hidden behind the lust. But it was there now, naked, bare and I saw into her soul. My cock jumped and spat pre-cum like a busted hose. Go figure. My girl was getting sentimental and I was getting horny. I’ma have to work on that shit.
“Tell me.” My voice had gone soft with emotion because of what I’d seen in her eyes.
“I don’t know why, it just seemed right somehow.” She pulled my head down and covered my mouth with hers, putting an end to the conversation. It was enough for now, the fact that she seemed to be on the same page as crazy as the shit was.
It was hours before I finally let her up. I was starving and knew she had to be as well. She waddled to the bathroom with her hand covering her pussy as if to protect it and I followed behind her, promising myself not to take her again.
We rushed through our shared shower and she evaded my arms when my boy rose to the occasion again. In the bedroom she pulled on one of my shirts while I threw on some running shorts and headed down to the kitchen to scrounge around for something to eat.
It felt like the most natural thing in the world to make dinner together. Here she wasn’t America’s sweetheart, or the woman every man with a heartbeat was probably jacking off to behind closed doors. She was just my girl.
I maybe shouldn’t dwell too much on what other guys wanted from her; that seems to be a hard no for me. Fuck knows how I’m gonna deal with it for the rest of my life.
“I know you said you wanted to go home when this movie wraps before starting the next, but I wanna take you home with me at some point.” I don’t know why that should surprise her, but surprised she was. “Really?” I stopped chopping the carrot in my hand long enough to look at her.
“Tell me something, what do you think I mean by owning you?” She rolled her eyes and went back to stirring the sauce she was making for the pasta we’d decided on. “I thought you were just being a guy, you know…saying whatever it takes to get what you want.”
“Look at me. You really believe that shit?”
“Not exactly, but I wasn’t planning on holding you to it.”
“Are you trying to piss me the fuck off?”
“What…no…why?”
“So if you thought I was just bullshitting you why the fuck did you let me fuck you?”
“Don’t be mad, I didn’t mean it like that.”
“What exactly do you mean Tara?” See, this is why I don’t do this relationship bullshit. Somebody is always trying to get the other put away for life.
“How do I know that you won’t cheat on me? You did it with that Zeta person.”
“Because she wasn’t fucking you. I told you, she wasn’t my girl. She was fucking other people I was fucking other people. You on the other hand, if you fuck anyone else and they’d be looking for your corpse. Last night I asked you if you understood, before I touched you I spelt this shit out for you…what the fuck are you laughing at now?”
“You, you’re so easily riled. But I like the fact that you feel so passionate about it. I like the way your nose flares when you want to wring my neck.”
Fucking Hollywood! “Yeah you keep playing with that shit and I really will heat your ass up one of these days. I don’t know when you’re playing, you’re gonna have to leave that acting shit at the door.”