Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
I watch in the mirror with my mouth open wide as my pleasure ripples through me, and feel a second orgasm tear free as Dane’s hands come to my hips and he closes his eyes. Without even taking another thrust, and almost as if he was waiting on my orgasm to be his catalyst, he starts to come inside of me.
Jaw clenched, eyes squeezed tight, and a long, low moan rumbles out of him. I can feel his cock pulsing inside of me as he unloads with quiet force.
Dane pulls me tighter to him by my hips and sucks in oxygen through his nose as his eyes open to meet mine in the mirror. A slow smile spreads on his face, and he hums out his satisfaction. “Mmmmm.”
“Indeed,” I murmur, giving him a smile in return.
Leaning forward, Dane brings his arms around my chest and pulls me up until I’m just on my knees in front of him. The length of his cock is still buried inside of me, and I don’t ever want to lose that feeling.
With a squeeze, Dane rests his chin on my head as he looks at me through the mirror. “I need a few minutes to recharge and then we’re going again.”
My sex clenches, and he laughs because of the power his words have over me.
With one arm banded over my breasts, Dane lets his other hand slide down to the front of my pussy where he draws a lazy pattern of circles through my pubic hair. Our eyes stay locked on each other in the mirror.
“We’re good, right?” he finally asks.
“We’re good,” I promise.
“You’ll look me in the eyes at work, right?” he prods.
“And when I’m sucking your dick,” I reply tartly.
He rewards me with a pinch to my clit, and I buck so hard his dick slides free. Dane gives a sigh of regret, but says, “Just as well… we probably do need to talk for a minute.”
Dane drops us both to the bed, and flips me so I’m facing him. He brushes the hair away from my face, not because it needs to be done but because I can tell he’s gathering his thoughts. When he focuses back on me, he says, “You remember when my dad came to our apartment?”
I tense slightly as the memory isn’t all that nice, but I nod.
“Then you know,” he says softly.
My heart clenches tight, because yes, I really know what’s at the core of Dane.
And it’s nothingness.
When we were starting our senior year, Dane and I were at the apartment studying. I can’t remember where Andrew was—probably class or something—but I was on the couch and Dane was sitting on the floor with a textbook opened on the coffee table.
At that time, everyone knew Dane’s genius and foresight was going to be history making. There was no doubt in anyone’s mind that he would reach the ultimate success in whatever path he chose. This was not only because he was brilliant beyond imagination, but he also had a driving ambition that is possessed by few people. And this was quite remarkable given the fact that he had no stability growing up. He was removed from his drug addict father’s care when he was five and put into the foster system as he had no other family members. He was shuffled from house to house, never staying in one place very long.
You’d think a bright, good-looking boy like him would be adoptable, but apparently not. Dane never got into trouble for the most part, and the fact that even being a good kid who was brilliant in school couldn’t make him appealing to a family weighed on him hard.
He grew up relying only on himself and refusing to trust in another for help.
Until that day his dad showed up.
I’d opened the door to find a middle-aged man with short, dark hair and hazel eyes standing there. In hindsight, the resemblance to Dane was uncanny, but I really couldn’t see it at the time. I just saw the nervousness on his face when he asked, “Is Dane Hawthorne here?”
I looked over my shoulder, and Dane’s head popped up. I stepped back from the door so he could see the visitor, and Dane knew who he was instantly.
His entire body froze rigid and his eyes turned dark as he stared at the man. Neither of them said a word as they held unwavering eye contact for a few agonizingly awkward seconds.
Finally, the man said, “Dane… do you recognize me? I’m your father.”
My entire body jolted from those words, and my head snapped back to look at my best friend. For the first time since I’d known him, I saw pure pain swimming in those hazel eyes. Dane swallowed hard and then turned his head slightly to look at me.