Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Now I was the one leaking, I could actually feel my cock spitting pre-cum into her. My eyes all but rolled back in my fucking head the shit was so good, but at the same time it was her reaction that made my heart and my head swell.
“Ohhhh.” Her mouth stayed open in an O as she looked up at me amazed. Her body tightened around my cock before she lifted us both off the bed and screamed.
“Fuck.” I just hung on for the ride as she came and cried at the same time. I couldn’t hold back my own release and emptied my nut inside her even as she passed the fuck out.
“What the fuck was that?” I was talking to myself because she was out. I eased out of that place inside her and went into the bathroom to get a wet cloth.
She came awake after I’d cooled her brow and I’d taken the time while she was out, to apply some more cream to her pussy, while lecturing myself to let her heal.
Something had changed, shifted between us. I could feel it and was pretty sure that she could too. Though nothing was said between us, I knew it.
She was hella skittish after that, and way too quiet. As I sat in my office staring at her on the couch instead of doing the shit I’d come here to do, it struck me as odd that we’d only met the day before.
How the fuck could life change so drastically in just twenty-four hours? If I hadn’t been the one to suggest nabbing her, I would be inclined to believe that I’d been set up.
The phone rang breaking me out of my reverie. Shit, mom. “Ma what’s doing?” The new Mrs. Santorini picked her head up from one of the hundred magazines I’d bought her to keep her occupied while I worked.
The other one went right into rant mode. That fucking Frank was still carrying tales. “Ma it was a last minute thing...”
“I don’t care, I should’ve been there and it should’ve been done right. Is this how I raised you?” I rolled my eyes at her patented question.
“Just like your dad, now tell me is it true? Is it the Balducci girl? And if so what the hell are you up to? Your dad feels certain that you know what you’re about but I’m not so sure. If she’s anything like her old man my grandkids will most certainly be part idiot.”
“Nice ma real nice. As a matter of fact she reminds me of you.” She went all soft on me then.
“Really son, well isn’t that nice? See Tommy, I told you our boy was smart.” I could hear dad mumbling something in the background, which was most likely his assent.
“When are you bringing her home? Tommy I wasn’t done talking to him.” Dad came on the line after their little skirmish. These two have no respect for my time.
“Son, business or pleasure?” I didn’t need him to explain. “Both but heavy on the latter.”
“Well alright then, you straight, you need me to deal with that fuck? Frank said she was in your robe.”
“Frank is a nosy fuck, speaking of which he’s been bitching about the school gymnasium.”
“I’ll take care of it. I’ll try to keep your mom sane until you’re ready to bring her new daughter in law home, just watch your back, that one’s a snake.”
“I know it.” The thing was, should I tell her or let her go on thinking as she did that he was worth the air he breathed?
If she hung around with me for any length of time she was bound to find out some shit about him that would shatter her little girl heart. Now that that heart was mine to protect, did I really want that for her?
I got off the phone after dad passed me back to the Gestapo, and tried to get some shit done. The jeweler showed up about an hour later excited as fuck.
I moved to the couch and sat next to her so we could go over the diamonds together. I’d told the fuck what I was looking for, yes she would be the one wearing it, but it was a symbol of what I felt for her, one that everyone would be seeing for the rest of her life, so it had to be on point.
My favorite was the fifteen- carat cushion, the shit was mammoth and on her little hands it might look like a boulder, but I like what I like.
“Which one do you like?” I could tell that she was accustomed to being taken care of because she didn’t even blink at the excess laid out before her.
She looked over every piece with excitement but I saw the minute she remembered where she was and what she was doing.