Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
I heard her feet running down the hallway when I called out to her from downstairs to let her know I was here. No doubt she was looking for someplace to hide, fucking nut. I’d worked her over pretty good last night after she lied to me, and she’d bitched and griped until we parted ways this morning. That’ll teach her ass to lie to me in the future.
A few rounds of hard pounding fucks had opened her mouth, and I finally got the truth out of her. She’s still hung up on her size and thinks she’s less deserving than others. That had opened the door to me asking her about her marriage and her past, something I almost wish I hadn’t done because it only made me want to go find her asshole ex and plant my foot in his ass.
Her memories of her ex-mother-in-law made me think of my own family and their reaction to her, which was a sure sign to me, at least, that I was planning to stick around long enough to see where this thing goes between us. It filled me with rage, just the thought of anyone slighting her, and though I don’t think anyone in my immediate family is that dense, we’ve never faced this before.
No one knows about my obsession with lush women, not that I care. But seeing how torn up, she is about the way she’d been treated because of it makes me feel very protective of her and her feelings where the matter is concerned. Me personally, I don’t get it, but then again, there’s a lot about society that leaves me stumped.
When I was through pounding the stupid out of her, I’d dragged her into my arms and slept with her on my chest. Did I mention that I sleep better with her in my arms than I have been lately, if ever? It’s like something deep inside had found what it was looking for, and all the rough places were now being smoothed out.
I find myself waking up in the night just to watch her sleep as if to reassure myself that she’s really there. The more time we spent together, even when I wasn’t fucking her, the more I could feel those ties binding us together, stronger and with a sense of permanence that was new to me.
I should probably be running scared since she has a lot of baggage, but part of me, the part that had been awakened by her cooky nuttiness, was too intrigued. The fear of being burned again, of wasting my time only to end up with the same result, was no match for the greed I felt when I thought of her.
With Stephanie, my thoughts ran to more than sex and ventured into other places that I’d kept pretty much locked off from the rest of the world until now. I could let myself imagine having more with her since it didn’t look like she was going to make a run for it like so many others had done.
I have to say that all the others paled in comparison, so I no longer felt defeated. As much as she was hung up on her looks and what other people thought, which I learned when she finally came clean about what she was thinking, the more she seemed to want to hang on. It’s like we’d both found something we were looking for, something neither of us thought to ever have.
If I believed in that shit, I’d say we were a match made in heaven; we’d both found what we were looking for in each other. Now I felt that stirring in my gut as I started up the stairs. She was nowhere in sight when I made it to the master suite, and I stepped back out of the room and looked down the hallway.
She’d given me a tour of her mansion, but it was going to take me at least a month to figure this place out. Why one woman needed this much space is beyond me, but according to her, she was making a statement. The house is in one of the better neighborhoods in the city, with historic turn-of-the-century mansions built back in the late eighteen hundreds as summer homes for the wealthy.
The streets here were lined with mansions and families not far from the city square, while my place on the other side was given more to condos and luxury apartments for up-and-coming professionals. I walked down the hallway, only now remembering that there was a second set of stairs that once led to the servants’ quarters which she’d turned into a state-of-the-art media entertainment room.
“Hey, baby, where are you?” I almost started to doubt myself, to think that it was just my imagination that made me think I’d heard her running feet. She’d kicked me out of her bed this morning after I stole another piece of pussy before she was fully awake, and I’d laughed my ass off at the way she’d held her hands between her legs and sniped at me. One thing’s for sure; there will never be a dull moment between us two.