Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
“Aha! There it is, the little booger.” I laugh at her antics. One thing about Tulsa, if it means something to her, she’s going to keep it forever. It doesn’t matter what it is—a movie stub, a letter, a ring you made out of a gum wrapper, she’ll display it proudly too. “Here you go.” She climbs onto my lap, straddling me, notching her pussy right on my cock. The little hellion knows exactly what she’s doing. I lift my hips, letting her feel what she continuously does to me.
“I’ll read your letter later. I’ve got you right where I want you. Fuck the rest of it.” My hand goes to the back of her neck, moving her down. Her eyes flutter closed, nipples puckered beneath the cotton shirt.
“Ledger, you’re making it really hard to concentrate.” She thrusts the letter between us. My gaze locks on the Return to sender written on the outside of the envelope. I’m seeing Goddamn red. It’s hard not to recognize it. I take it out of her hand, turn it over, examining and noticing that the seal has been tampered with. “Did you open this when it came back to you?”
“No, I put it away with my pile of cards and things Nelle has given me through the years.” Probably in a shoe box at that top of her closet, if I’d hazard a guess.
“That fucking cunt,” I breathe out, fire burning through my veins. This is it. That bitch is going to be blackballed in the whole damn county. “A liar, a damn thief, which this is a damn big issue right here.” I hold the note up, waving it in the air, still not caring what she wrote inside. “Messing up on purchase orders, not doing her job. Well, Ella has screwed up one too many times. First thing tomorrow morning, she’ll be out on her ass.”
“I’d like to say I’m sad about the situation. It’s not even the letter that upsets me; it’s how she played you, bringing Montgomery into it, a low no one should ever stoop to, and for whatever reason, because you know there’s one.” Son of a bitch. Tulsa Rose is right. Ella’s after something. What the cause is I’ve got no clue. The worry is what she was hoping for long term. The date on that letter is less than a month after Ella came to work for my roofing company.
“Christ, shit just keeps getting deeper and deeper. I’m about ready for a damn vacation, and work is busier than ever,” I tell her.
“Don’t look at me. I’m nowhere near vacation time. New job, remember?” That means I’ve got the weekend with her after I deal with this situation.
“Then I guess it’s time to finally get a taste.” I lick my lips. She sweeps her center along my cock, and that’s all the confirmation I need.
19
TULSA ROSE
“See? That doesn’t work for me. It’s not fair that I’ll be on orgasm number two while you’ve yet to receive one.” I’m on his lap, hands reaching for the edge of his tee I’m wearing, pulling the fabric up higher. I’m wearing nothing beneath, unveiling myself to Ledger one inch at a time. The flex of his length against my core tells me he likes that idea.
“Butterfly, you want that, you better spin your sexy self around, back that ass up until you’re sitting on my face and my cock is your mouth.” My eyes lower, landing on his chest, the thick wall of muscles turning me on further. “Fuck, you like that. Come on, Tulsa Rose, give us both what we want.”
His words make me move, fingers sliding beneath the band of his boxers. Ledger lifts his hips while I scoot back, taking the fabric with me, getting my first glimpse at his thick shaft. “Holy shit, you’re huge.” A chuckle whispers across the room. I abandon taking off his shorts and lower my head, hand grasping his cock, feeling the soft velvet skin beneath my palm.
“Son of a bitch, you keep that up, I’m not going to last. Been dreaming about having that sweet mouth of yours wrapped around my cock,” Ledger grunts when I lap at the drop of precum. I moan at the taste. It’s salty yet sweet. I lift my head back up and resume my journey, realizing I’m the one who is going to make him lose his mind if I take too long.
“What else have you dreamt about, Ledger?” The shorts are off his body. He slides down on my bed, feet hanging over the edge, and stands up for a moment, tossing his boxer briefs on the ground.
“Sit on my face. I’ll use my tongue to describe with every letter all the things I’ve done to you in this very room while I jacked my cock. Shit, butterfly, I should be arrested for some of my thoughts.” He holds his hand out for me to take, guiding me as I lift one leg over his lap, his hands cupping the cheeks of my ass, spreading them. “Look how wet you are for me, butterfly.” I drop to my elbows. A finger slides along the seam of my slit. My core clenches, grasping at something to hold on to. Ledger moves his hands until they’re wrapped around my thighs and pulls me back until I can feel the plume of air from his breath following his finger.