Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
While my lawyer worked on the dissolution of my partnership with Robert, I had the unexpected fortune of gaining favor with the prison administrator. Not only by retrieving some lost crypto due to a hack of his system, but making him some substantial crypto gains in the process. To do this, I needed my laptop from home. The special privilege was granted and afterwards I’d been allowed to keep it.
It had been a game changer.
Working with Rick, I quickly got BB Tech up and running. Within the first year, the company was already turning a healthy profit. Old clients of Robert’s found me and word spread that the brain behind his company was back on the scene. My reputation preceded me and soon other potential clients found their way to me. No one seemed to give a shit that our meetings were being held from a laptop in a prison library.
BB Tech became a great success.
The burger and fries felt solid in my stomach as I paid for my meal and drinks. I wisely ordered a cup of black coffee to go. I was neither drunk nor tipsy, but liquor in my system before getting behind a wheel was asking for trouble. Hopefully the caffeine would counteract the creeping effects of the alcohol long enough for me to make the short drive home.
I sat in my car and sipped half of the hot brew before I started the engine and pulled out of the parking garage. Night had fallen and with it had come a slight chill. The air smelled as though there was a storm brewing and I felt my spirits lift somewhat. There was something about rainy nights that just invigorated me.
At the thought of night rain, a memory surfaced unbidden.
That night I booked a cabin in the hills for the weekend: but it never stopped raining and we had to stay indoors the whole time. On our second night there, a storm came through. We stood at the window of the cabin looking out at the sheets of driving rain and the streaks of fierce lightning. I still remember the citrusy smell of her shampoo. My arms had been around her, pretty much the same way Robert’s had been today.
Maybe that was why it had irritated me so much.
She had taken my hand and slipped it down her body. I found her pussy hot and wet. A few strokes of my fingers brought her swollen clit out of hiding. My cock started to pulse in anticipation of what was to come. My jeans melted to the ground and soon we were skin to skin. Suddenly her naked body darted away from me. She grabbed a blanket from the couch. The next thing I knew, she wrapped it around her shoulders and flung me a teasing smile.
Then she threw the door open and danced out into the crazy storm.
I watched with my mouth open as she threw open the blanket on the lawn and laid down on her back, her legs spread wide. The rain pounded on her naked body, bounced off her pink pussy lips. I stood frozen, mesmerized, but the second her fingers reached down to her pussy, I shuddered and came alive. I needed no further invitation to join her. We made love in the pouring rain. I drove into her over and over again. The intensity of the storm was no match for the intensity of our passion as we cried out in ecstasy. It was not until she started to tremble from the cold that I scooped her up in my arms and carried her inside.
My cock was tight with need as I pulled into my parking space.
I switched off the engine and sprinted up to my apartment. I stripped immediately and stepped into the shower. This was one of the things I had taken for granted in my life, but showering with ten other men has a way of making you appreciate privacy.
I grasped my hard dick and began to jerk off.
In my mind Savannah was sucking me. She didn’t want to, of course, but she had to. She had no choice, because now, I had the upper hand. She was my bitch. I could do anything with her. Fuck her anyway I wanted. First, that swollen mouth. I was going to fuck it hard and fill it with my cum. She always loved the taste of my cum. She was going to swallow a whole load of it.
I came in a rush. The hot water washed away my release. I leaned against the tiles, panting. Fuck her. Fuck her. What had caused her to turn on me the way she had, and with Robert of all people? I had dismissed the notion that she had been a part of the conspiracy to frame me. On that point, I believed Robert had acted alone. But why Robert? There were so many other guys she could have chosen to be with.