Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24356 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24356 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
She dropped to the bed with me draped over her back while we both caught our breath. “Shower time sweetheart, I gotta get to work. I knocked off early yesterday, gotta make it up.” I pulled her along to the shower with me and cleaned her lazy ass up since she claimed she couldn’t feel her limbs.
I ate her to one more climax before slapping her ass and sending her on her way so I could get on with my shower in peace. She loves to play grab ass, or in this case, grab dick until she gets me going again and then we end up fucking.
She threw on a robe and headed for the kitchen while I got dressed for the day. In the kitchen she was sautéing vegetables for an omelet and the coffee was dripping its last into the carafe. I poured us both a cup and grabbed some plates and two forks and some napkins to set the table.
She looked happy this morning, nothing at all like she did when she left me yesterday. Who would’ve thought the prima donna would be in a kitchen making me breakfast after a long night and morning of hard fucking. She sure wasn’t anything like I’d thought when I first laid eyes on her.
No way would I have pegged her for the sweetheart she’d turned out to be. She’d torn to shreds every prejudice I’d ever had against her type. The fact that she was the complete opposite of my ex didn’t hurt either.
My eyes were damn near glued to her ass as she moved around the kitchen and I had to shake my head at myself. Not even when I was a kid was I this horny.
She’s like some kinda magnet. No matter how many times I have her, or how raw my dick gets from her too tight pussy, I always want her. In the beginning I thought it was some sort of anomaly. Or maybe it was the excitement of being with someone new. I was sure it would wear off with time, but that didn’t seem to be the case.
In fact the more time I spent with her, the more I fell in love, and the more I loved her, the more I wanted to fuck her every second of every day. Even when she was making me crazy. Speaking of which.
“I called you like three times yesterday and you didn’t answer.” I gave her a good hard stare when she turned from the stove to look at me.
“That’s because you pissed me off.”
“Yeah well don’t let that shit happen again. When I call you you answer.” She sniffed the air but I knew she’d mind me. She plays tough but we both know she doesn’t want to feel the flat of my hand across her bare ass.
She plated the eggs and buttered the toast when it popped up and joined me at the table. I topped off her coffee to warm it up and we sat down to our first breakfast together.
She looked young happy and relaxed as she forked eggs into her mouth. Was she really this happy because I’d spent the night? Was that all it took to put that look of absolute joy on her face? I reached out and touched her cheek softly until she looked at me with that soft smile that always tug at my heartstrings.
“I’ll pick you up this evening to meet the kids.”
“Did you really tell them about me?” So hopeful!
“Of course I did. I’m sorry it took me so long, but I just don’t want them any more screwed up than they already are over the divorce. I guess I was waiting for enough time to pass so there’s no resentment towards you, towards us.”
“Do you think they’ve had enough time? What if…” I covered her hand with mine. Now she’s panicking? Yesterday she was ready to string me up by my balls.
“Babe don’t worry about it, we’ll deal with whatever comes okay.” She nodded and went back to eating her breakfast but some of the glow had gone out of her eyes. I was sorry about that, but I needed her to face reality. I don’t know what their mother might say to them, but I knew she was a vindictive bitch who was still trying to make me and everyone else pay for her mistakes.
When she wasn’t bitching about being lonely when I was deployed, she was blaming me for leaving her alone with our two kids, and anything else she could think of. Like she was the only woman whose man went off to war.
I guess the thing that had thrown me the most, was that I hadn’t expected it. Not of her. She’d always been so strong and levelheaded I thought for sure she’d understand. In the beginning she did. She used to be so proud to tell everyone about her husband the marine. I don’t know what went wrong and I no longer care. I just wish she’d get the fuck out of my life and get on with hers.