Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 80342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
She’s right; the platinum ring is one of a kind, made back when people actually took pride in their work, and everything wasn’t about mass production. “Yes, it belonged to my grand-nana. I’ll tell you about her one day. Now promise me, no more tears.”
She nodded her head and got on tiptoes to reach my lips. I could hear the girls in their playpen banging away at the new musical toys she’d got them. I started running through time in my head. My parents were due in about an hour, and I had about half that before the girls got bored with what they were doing.
The stairs would cut into my time. I looked around the kitchen, and almost every surface was covered with something or the other. I reached around her and pushed some stuff out of the way on the kitchen island and lifted her to sit on it.
I covered her mouth with mine before she could ask me any questions then reached for her zipper, pulling it down. “Lift!” She lifted her ass off the cool marble so that I could tug her jeans down and off her thighs after losing my house slippers that she was wearing.
I shifted the crotch of her panties out of the way so I could get to her with my fingers and eased them into her as I fed on her lips again. My cock was straining to get at her as usual, but I wanted to take my time because I knew as soon as I get inside her, I’d be shooting off.
The sight of my ring on her finger was doing something strange to me, and I can’t help thinking that this is how it’s supposed to be, that this is the way you’re supposed to feel when you know that the woman in front of you is your forever. That for the rest of my life, this one being will be the one at my side.
She fucked herself on my fingers and swallowed my tongue before my fingers were no longer enough for her, or me. I unzipped but left my jeans pulled up, just releasing my cock, which was already leaking precum.
I pulled her ass closer to the edge right onto my cock and eased into her. Taking her head in my hand, I looked into her eyes as I fed her my whole length. “Feel that?” From now on, that’s all you, no one else. I would never hurt you for her.” She cried out and threw her arms around my neck, and I held her close, wishing like hell that she’d never had a moment’s doubt.
Instead of the fast, furious fucking I’d planned, we ended up getting lost in kisses while I held still inside her, and her pussy breathed around my cock with nice soft ripples. When it became too much, I started moving inside her, with deep thrusts of my cock that bottomed out inside her with each stroke.
I caught her cries of pleasure on my tongue and fucked into her harder when her pussy gushed juice all over my rod, and she squeezed the shit out of me with those yoga pussy muscles of hers. Girl’s got a lot of tricks. It’s like she’d been practicing her whole life for when we came together. I shiver at the thought of someone else reaping the benefits if I’d lost my mind and let her go.
LAUREN
He actually told them to put me in jail, me, the mother of his children. I feel nauseous and lightheaded as I pace the small confines of the jail cell, not quite believing what was happening.
I’d tried explaining the situation to the cops, that it was the babysitter bitch who should be in here and not me, but they’d just looked at me like I was crazy.
It didn’t help that when they pulled up, I was sitting in the driver’s seat, rocking back and forth, mumbling to myself. But that’s only because of the trauma of seeing my husband fucking that slut.
My telling the cops that she was underage, that he was fucking an underage girl, didn’t even get a rise out of them, and now I’m stuck here. My mind was moving too fast for me to keep up, and I tried to remember when last I took one of my pills. After the episode in the diner, I’d gotten a refill, but I can’t remember if I took one this morning before I left to come here.
I felt sweat under my arms, and it felt as if bees were crawling under my skin and buzzing in my ear. I dug my nails in my arms to scratch the itch, but it didn’t seem to help. I have to get out of here; the walls are closing in on me.