Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
And she has no idea how gorgeous she is either. Thank God for that.
I feel myself growing harder and harder by the second as I picture her sexy, pink little pussy, sparkling with wetness just before I placed my tongue on it.
Fuck she tasted divine.
I spit on my hand and grip my cock and begin to stroke it, thinking about how she felt as I slid into her. She was so tight I would have known she was a virgin without her even telling me the moment I slid in.
And I got to claim her.
It took every ounce of self-control I had not to just bust the second I got into those slick, tight walls.
And those tits. Goddamn.
They were like a teenager’s the way they were so perky, so firm–the way they bounced as I pounded her.
And watching her face as she came on my cock…
That was what really did it for me. Hearing her moan and seeing her gorgeous face twist in ecstasy just before I forced my cock between her plump lips and made her swallow my load.
I’m right there again now.
I twist my hand around the tip of my cock and let out a deep sigh, gripping the edge of the bench with my other hand.
And then I go off.
A hot spray of my seed shoots out and splashes down on my stomach.
“Fuck,” I grunt, picturing Rain’s ass bouncing up and down on my dick.
More and more cum shots shoot out of me.
I feel its warmth spilling onto my thighs and my lower abs as I slow my stroke, riding out a climax that has no right to be as incredible and intense as it is. Finally, I let go of my cock, and it falls to the side, slapping my leg as it goes, causing me to chuckle at the intensity of what I just experienced.
“Goddamn.”
I get up and step into the shower and quickly clean myself up. Just as I’m drying off and stepping into my briefs, I hear the office buzzer on the wall and go over to it.
“What is it?”
“Aye, boss.” It’s Brian. “You’ve got the city municipal people calling again. We’ve put them off for two weeks now–”
“Reschedule. I’ve got somewhere to be.”
“They’re starting to get pissy, boss.”
“They can get pissy all they want,” I growl. “Tell them I’m not here!”
Brian hesitates. “Okay. I’ll tell them.”
I get dressed and reach into my pocket. My hands wrap around the metal of the necklace, and I feel a calm come over me, but at the same time, the coldness that always comes with it.
I head downstairs where my driver, Chris, and the car are waiting for me, but I wave him off.
“Going to do some driving on my own today. Take the rest of the day off.”
He nods, trying not to look too happy. “Thank you, sir.”
I wasn’t lying when I told Brian I had somewhere I had to be today, and that place is not somewhere I want to be driven to or be accompanied to by anyone else.
So I hop in my Aston Martin and pull out of the lot and drive off, leaving the rest of the staff to celebrate perhaps the biggest business deal in the history of the company.
I look up as I drive, and notice the sky, clear as glass less than an hour ago, is now being invaded by fast-moving purple-gray clouds that look to me like trouble.
I step on it.
If I am going to get this done before they hit us, I need to move fast.
I reach the flower shop in just under ten minutes and quickly head inside. There’s a new teenage girl working, who seems bored and lights up when I come in. She helps me pick out a dozen pink roses and asks me if I want them boxed. I tell her no, just wrapped will be fine, and then I’m off and driving again.
It’s going to pour any minute.
I can tell just by looking up at the sky, which looks like every purple paint ever has been mixed together and spread across the clouds which now hang above like monsters ready to open their mouths.
My knuckles whiten as I grip the steering wheel tight and floor it.
Eight-minutes later, I’m pulling into the cemetery. Just as I park and step out of the car, the rain starts to fall.
And it doesn’t just fall; it pours.
Buckets of rain dump down from above as I walk up the cobblestone path that threads its way through the gravestones.
Once a year I make this journey–sometimes more. I thought it would eventually grow easier, but it hasn’t. It’s always just as hard as the first time, and this sudden storm sure isn’t helping either.
Clutching her necklace in one hand, her roses in the other, I make the final ascent up the hill to where her grave stands just beneath the dead elm tree that I always hated.