Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 127146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
"You’re doing such a good fucking job. You feel so good around my hand like this. I'm so proud of you."
She gulps again, and her forehead falls against mine like she can't hold her body together anymore, and she needs me to support it while I drive her out of her mind. I so very slowly pump my hand inside her, flexing my fingers apart for a second with each pass. "Do you like being this full of me? What if I did this and took your ass with my cock. Do you think you'd survive, or would it be too much?"
This earns me a small whimper, and I smile. Her muscles start to flutter, and her fingers tangle in my shirt, gripping it tightly. She's not even bothering to keep the lust off her face, her pleasure written in every grimace and line there.
"Almost there, flower. Come on, I want to feel you explode. Come for me, now.” As if on command, she breaks apart, and I slam my mouth against hers, swallowing her cries of pleasure. She clings to me, her orgasm ripping through her center, her chest heaving with every breath she takes. After a few more seconds, I break the kiss, and once she sinks into the chair, easing away from me, I gently ease my fingers out of her pussy. Lifting them to my face, I notice how shiny and wet from her cum they are, and I can't help but slide my index finger into my mouth to taste her.
"Mmm..."
She shoves at me with her hands, and a blanket of warm embarrassment climbs up her cheeks."Oh my god, I can't believe you just did that."
I grab the edge of her skirt and meet her eyes while wiping my hand on the floral fabric. "Did what?"
There's shock on her face and lust, and it's like she hasn't been paying attention to what I'm capable of this whole time. Now she sees me, and she's not sure if she's scared or if she wants more. I turn to face the book in front of me, the scent of her body wafting off my hands to make me even harder.
"Let's study, wallflower, or I'm going to drag you back to my house and fuck you over every flat surface I can find."
She lets out a strangled noise and scrambles for her books, her notebook, and then her pen. "Study, right? Let's study. After all, I better earn that paycheck.”
CHAPTER 26
BEL
It's been a long time since I could go to the grocery store for my mother and not worry about my debit card being declined. The couple of weeks I've been working for Drew, along with the ten grand he gave me before, has padded my bank account and made my life more stable. I, of course, won't say anything about it to him. He doesn't need the ego boost, but privately, I can be more than thankful.
My mom is out of the hospital, and outside of school and tutoring, I've been helping her at home. She's not very high-maintenance and hates that I'm doing it, but there aren't any other options at the moment.
I place the bags on the countertop and move around her kitchen to put things away. Soups, vegetables, high protein shakes. Things that are quick to eat and easy to prepare.
"Baby, you don't have to keep doing this. I can take care of myself," she calls from the living room, where she's lying on the couch.
I roll my eyes and then smile to myself. And she wonders where I get my stubbornness from. "Mom, no one said you couldn’t take care of yourself. I’m your daughter. It’s my job to do these things. Besides, I don't mind helping out, okay? You took care of me for twenty years, I can..."
"That was my job, and right now, your job is to finish school and take care of yourself."
With a sigh, I crumple the paper bag and toss it in the recycling bin. "Don't worry about it, Mom. When you're up and around again, you can take over your own grocery shopping.”
There's a long pause, and I poke my head around the wall to check on her.
She frowns and meets my eyes. "Did you get the strawberry protein or the chocolate?"
I can't help the smile that slips out as I throw myself into an armchair across the couch. "Chocolate this time."
We sit in silence for a moment, and I take the opportunity to look her over. She's lost weight, and her face is all angles and lines. She's still beautiful, but she looks too thin, dry, and brittle.
A nurse comes in each week to administer medications, and do a quick IV with some pain medications, but I still want her to put on more weight.
I return to the kitchen and bring out one of the cold protein shakes. "Here, drink this."