Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 97951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
“I love suckin’ your big, soft titties,” he said around a mouthful. “But I know God didn’t give them to you just for my enjoyment. I can’t wait to put a baby in you one day, honey. Gettin’ married to you, getting a big, pretty house, and having a family of our very own is all I want and need. I’ve dreamed about this for so long. WITH YOU AND ONLY YOU.” He sucked her nipple harder, just as she liked it. Her weak spot. He smothered her mouth with urgency, his love and lust for her pouring out like wine from a glass.
“Oh, shit!” She began to tremble as her orgasm neared. Clutching him tight, she sighed while he pumped his hips in rapid speed within her. He rubbed her right breast and sucked on the left as he went so deep inside of her, it took her breath away. His dick jerked in and out of her, scratching that lovely itch. Her body tingled all over when that good feeling began at her core and radiated to every cell within her body.
“Mmm! Mmm!” He grunted loud with each hard plunge, nearing the end, drawing closer to losing control. She waited for it, wrapping her legs impossibly tighter around his waist. Deep grunts grew louder as he rammed into her, filling her with his liquescent balminess. He slowed then, his rapid jerking now a lulled crawl… She could feel his pulsing dick within her walls. His hip muscles spontaneously juddered as he rested against her. The rain had slowed, and she could feel his heartbeat as he leaned into her, holding her close. After a brief reprieve, they put their clothes back on.
He took her hand and began making his way back to the truck, but then paused. He looked back at the restaurant, the structure sad and forgotten, in an area that few people ventured to. The street was full of dilapidated old warehouses and defunct shops and a lonely gas station that set on the corner. Only a few businesses remained. Once it had been a vibrant area full of working-class people, trying to make ends meet. Lennox leaned against one of Red Rooster’s wooden posts, and kissed it.
Nadia kissed his lips, then gently pulled her hand away and made it back inside of his truck. He stood there, alone, looking around. A feeling of love and sorrow imbued him. He looked up at the sky and noted that the rain clouds were letting go of one another, drifting farther and farther apart, and a sliver of sunshine could now be seen in the distance. He’d already begun to dry, though he was grateful for the storm because in some way, it seemed to have washed his sins away. Gave him a new start and a clean slate.
He turned his attention to the ground. Lennox bent low and picked up two stones that were side by side. One was light gray, jagged and rough. The other was dark gray, smooth, with a chipped area, as if something heavy had chopped into it, or something sharp had ricocheted off of it. He ran his thumb over both. After studying them closely, he slipped them into his pocket. Then, he got back in the car and heard the radio playing. Nadia had turned off the song he’d been playing on loop, and now Phyllis Hyman’s, ‘You Know How To Love Me’ took over.
Nadia snapped her fingers to the beat, in the zone, falling into happiness. He laughed lightly, enjoying how joyful she was. She was an old soul with a young groove, and she’d captivated him from the first moment he’d seen her. She was strong, yet soft. She was forgiving, yet not a doormat. She was his twin soul, his soulmate, his gate to heaven, his ticket out of hell. She was the rain and the sun, the lightning and the thunder, and now, she was his beautiful fiancée, too. He turned the engine on, leaned over and kissed her, and took off down the road…
CHAPTER THIRTY
Be Just What the Doctor Ordered
…The next day
Nadia placed her school book aside, then glanced at the clock on her laptop. It was finally time. Mac Miller’s, ‘All I Want Is You’ was playing from her phone. She turned it off, took a deep breath. Clearing her throat, she took a sip of her hot Earl Grey tea sweetened with three teaspoons of honey, and logged into the Zoom meeting. The app appeared on her screen, letting her know that the host was there.
A ball of frenzied tension formed in her gut and clutched her resolve. She’d never done such a thing before, and so much had been happening as of late. Where would she start? How would he respond? Would she say too much or too little? Her nerves warped and twirled around like a spinning top.