Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 50561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Chapter 10
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By the time Sorenson left, I was still no closer to understanding my part in this farce, but I had a few more answers. She’d fed on his weakness, while with me she’d played to my ideal of a good southern wife. For all my worldliness, it was no secret that I had a certain way about me when it came to women.
I made no bones about the fact that I would bed anything in a skirt, a slight bit of an exaggeration, but I wouldn’t marry any but the purest virgin on the block. A bit hypocritical to be sure, but a man has to have his idiosyncrasies and that one’s mine.
I’d seen the dregs of society while moving through foster care as a child. I’ve lived in some of the worse dives in Memphis and been placed with some of the most un-motherly felines this side of the Mason Dixon. Some were worse than others, but they were all horrible.
I’d lived that dreadful life until I was about thirteen when a guidance counselor finally took notice and saw that I was often covered in bruises, and under the baggy layer of clothes I was forced to wear even in the hot summer, I was bordering on malnutrition. There was a big stink made, I remember. The woman who’d been tasked with my care hadn’t been your average foster mother. She’d been from a well to do family and was supposedly interested in helping those who were less fortunate.
It was all a load of shit. She’d had one biological son if I remember correctly and he was the only one she gave a damn about. The rest of us, it was about three or four of us at the time, I think, were treated like dogs while she doted on her son who was a few years younger than the rest of us.
It had been a while since I’d thought of my life back then. I tend to steer clear of those memories since they never led anywhere good. I’d been tempted to look that woman up a time or two since I made it, but always held myself back. There was no point in dredging up the past.
As far as I know, the whole thing had been all over the newspapers back then and the city had sought to make an example out of her. Too bad for her she got caught at a time when the atmosphere had changed. The good ole boy system was on its way out and people were no longer willing to turn a blind eye to the goings on of the rich and entitled.
I brushed it off as have been my habit for the past fifteen years or so. I had better things to do with my time these days anyway, like making sure my girl got the wedding of her dreams.
She surprised me for lunch again, just showing up to the office with a basket in hand and a smile a mile wide. “Don’t you have classes young lady?” I put my pen and the papers I’d been perusing away and settled back, working the kinks from my neck.
“It’s Wednesday remember, I have a long break between classes in the afternoon.” Yes I did remember. I must be the only husband-to-be, who knew his fiancée’s class schedule like the back of his hand. She placed the basket on the desk and came around to plop herself down on my lap.
The little kilt like skirt she wore rode up her hips and exposed the pink satin crotch of her panties. Of course my dick stood at attention in seconds flat and her tits pressed into my chest finished the rest. “Did you miss me? Ooh I see you did.” She grinned like a nymph as she rode the bulge beneath my zipper.
“Does he want to come out and play?” I didn’t bother answering her; she was in one of her playful moods. I knew what that meant. I was just here for her enjoyment. I let her fight with my zipper and fish my cock out so she could run her fingertip over the slit in the head of my cock where pre-cum had already started to gather.
“Should I take him in my mouth first, or do you want to fuck my tight pussy?” My brows rose at that. Somebody was certainly feeling bold. I let my fingers graze across her pussy and sure enough she was wet. I pulled her hair back roughly and looked down at her. “What the fuck were you doing before you got here?”
I know my girl is a little wild, but this was something more. She’d come to me in heat. “Nothing I swear, it’s just…”
“Just what?” I tugged at her hair making her cry out.