Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
He’s breeding me.
That’s all I can think as his cock pulses inside me. I’m not on birth control. He doesn’t have a condom on. There’s a good chance I could get pregnant from this, and I’m okay with that. I’m completely fine with it.
8
Nikki
To make up for the way things went on our first night together after we did the deed, Russell took me back to his house, and we spent the night together. It was wonderful. We cuddled, woke up at some point during the middle of the night, and did it again. We fell asleep together, then woke up again in the morning and did it again like a couple of animals in heat, unable to keep our hands off each other. Then we got up, showered, and made breakfast.
As it turns out, Russell isn’t the world’s greatest chef, but he can make fruit salad, tea, and toast, so he handled that and was my sous-chef while I made pancakes and eggs and cooked the sausage. Being raised by a single dad who gambles and drinks too much basically means you either learn to cook for yourself, eat cereal your whole life, or starve. I chose to learn to cook.
I tried to do the dishes with him, but he wouldn’t let me. His exact words for telling me to take a seat while he did all the work were, “My mom always said whoever didn’t cook cleaned. And all I did was chop some fruit, heat some water, and toast some bread.”
“You looked incredibly handsome too.” I smiled, but I did as I was told and sat there at the table, sipping a cranberry seltzer while I watched him do the dishes and place them in the drying rack. It was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen a man do.
After that, I thought he’d be taking me home because he had work to get done, but I was wrong. He told me to get in the car because he had something already planned for us to go and do together.
Excited, I did just as I was told, and he drove us over to my apartment where, under his instructions, I picked up a bikini, some suntan lotion, and a beach towel. I got back in his car, but after that, he refused to tell me where we were headed or what we were doing.
“Come on, Russell,” I say, as he drives, an amused smirk on his face. “Where are you taking me? Florida?”
“Could be.” He shrugs. He’s delighting in messing with me, and I’m kind of finding it funny.
“Well, I hope you have a bunch of money ready to spend for when we get there. Because I don’t have any more clothes than what I’m wearing.”
“That’s all right with me.” He grins. “You can just stay in our hotel room as my personal sex slave. You won’t need any clothes for that.”
Again, I give him a light punch on the arm, which causes him to chuckle. “Jerk!”
“Hey, careful! Hit me too hard and we might crash.”
As it turns out, Russell’s plan is to take us to the beach. It’s a beautiful sunny day, and based on what he asked me to pick up from my apartment, I should have figured that one out myself.
The parking lot isn’t too crowded, and we’re able to find a parking spot pretty easily. I start to walk toward the sand, but Russell takes me by the hand and starts to lead me in the direction of the boardwalk, where all the little shops and restaurants are.
“You want a hot dog?” I jokingly ask. Russell smiles and shakes his head.
“Nah, there’s something I’ve always wanted to do, though, that I thought we might do today.”
“Oh, yeah?” I ask. “What’s that?”
He just smiles and keeps walking. “I’ll show you.”
There’s something so exciting about going along with Russell, letting myself be led by him. I don’t know where he’s taking me, and even though I’m giving him a hard time about it, I kind of don’t want to know.
So much of my life has been in my own hands, my own control, taking care of myself after not having a mother or a father to take care of me. In fact, I’ve spent so much of my life taking care of my father and the issues he created for himself that it’s nice to basically just let go and have someone else take over.
We walk down the boardwalk, hand in hand, and eventually end up at a bicycle shop, where we’re greeted by an overly amicable man behind the register. “Hey there, you two. Wonderful day, isn’t it? Come to rent some bicycles?”
I can’t help but smile as I glance over at Russell. “We sure are. You have some of those two-seater couples bikes right?”