Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 94513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
“All right then,” I replied, then placed my hand on her shoulder and pushed her down. “You want my cock? Then, take it.”
She batted her lashes up at me as she licked up one side and then the other. I didn’t really have time for all this foreplay shit. I grabbed the back of her head and thrust my cock down her throat.
“That’s what I want, Adalee,” I told her forcefully. “This.” I sank inside her again.
Her eyes watered as she choked. Maybe this would be enough to make her see that lunch with casseroles wasn’t in the cards for us. She grabbed my thighs to keep me from gagging her so hard the next time, and I wanted to laugh. Like that was going to hold me back.
“You surprise me,” I told her. “I didn’t know you were such a little cumslut.”
She moaned. Guessed she liked being called names.
“Hollow out those cheeks,” I told her, slapping the side of her face. “Suck it like you want my load. Like you can’t wait for it.”
She had to be the most obedient bitch I’d face-fucked. Some older guy who wanted to settle down would be thrilled to have her. I could look at it as I was just training her for the future. She needed to stay away from younger guys. We weren’t looking for anything more than a new, hot fuck.
“That’s it,” I encouraged her, closing my eyes and enjoying her zealous need to make me happy. “Cup my balls,” I told her, fisting my hand in her hair. “Fuck yeah. Fuuuuck yeah.” I was getting close.
It wasn’t black hair that I held in my hand. It was a dark bronze with subtle highlights. A scattering of freckles over a perfect, upturned nose and eyes that looked like the Caribbean Sea as the sun danced off it.
Oh fuck. That face.
I shouldn’t be thinking about that face.
“GAH, DAMMIT!” I roared and held her head as I filled her throat.
I was a twisted, fucked-up bastard. Guilt and shame slowly settled over me as I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. What kind of monster imagined his dead brother’s baby momma while he got off? Jesus, where had that come from? What was wrong with me?
I heard Adalee smacking her lips, like I’d just given her a piece of chocolate cake with extra frosting. We both knew my cum didn’t taste like a damn treat. It was semen, for God’s sake.
I forced a smile, trying to hide the disgust I felt for myself as I looked down at her and began pulling my pants up. I shouldn’t have done that. Sure, it had felt great, but it had been wrong in so many different ways.
She licked her lips like a paid actress, and I wondered if she’d been watching porn.
“Thanks,” I told her as she stood up.
“Sure you don’t want some of my casserole?” she asked in a voice I was sure she meant to be tempting. It was failing to hit the mark.
“Sorry, can’t,” I replied and reached for the door, opening it as I zipped my jeans.
I needed to get out of here and go take a shower. Not that Adalee was gross, but because I was.
Looking up from buttoning my jeans, my eyes collided with Than’s. He had an amused grin on his face, and I started to tell him to fuck off when I realized he wasn’t alone. Slowly, already knowing who it was, I shifted my gaze to Halo. The wide-eyed expression on her face answered the question of how much they had heard.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
“Hey, Adalee,” Than called out, looking past me into the office.
“Hello, Than,” she replied, sounding almost pleased at the fact that we’d been overheard.
My jaw felt like granite as I glared at him. “What are you doing here?”
Than nodded his head in the direction of the office. “Definitely not what you’re doing here.”
“Shut up,” I hissed, slamming the office door behind me.
Than held up both his hands. “Calm down. I thought I’d bring Halo to see the horses before we went to get some lunch.”
The thought of her hearing me get off was not helping the shit that had gone through my head when I filled Adalee’s throat.
Fuck! What was wrong with me?
It had to be that I’d not been fucking regularly. Since Crosby’s death, we’d not had women over to the house. There was no taking different women in the same night. I wasn’t in a headspace for it. Clearly, that had caught up with me. Hell, I had let our office manager, who was eight years older than me, suck me off. That should have been a sign right there that I needed to get laid.
“Fine. Don’t let her on the back of a horse though,” I barked before stalking away. Needing to get away from the guilt that burned in my gut when I looked at her.