Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 47200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
No grabbing onto her unless she asks you to. Got it?
I groan at the thought but vow to be plain old Brandon until I can get some quality time alone with May.
Forcing down my favorite meal, I can’t help but think how bland it is.
How bland my whole life’s been for so long.
Work, work, and more work. It’s all I’ve focused on.
The thought of May makes it worth it, though. All that work’s brought me a stack of cash, so she’ll never want for anything again.
I mean, we’ll never want for anything.
Us.
Steve does alright with his mechanic business, and they’re certainly not poor, but I can give May a better life. The one she deserves.
The one I could see for us both that day she graduated.
The same scene repeatedly replays in my mind and body all night, making sleep impossible.
And by the time morning comes, I’m about ready to explode from thinking of her all night.
That raging hard-on she gave me during my video call with her dad hasn’t gone away.
If anything, it’s harder, and I’m hornier for her tight little pussy than ever.
Combined with my lack of sleep, I look like a crazed animal in heat by the time I catch a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror.
I’m in better shape than ever, but this body of mine looks primed for just one thing, and she’s thousands of miles away.
Showering carefully so as not to set off the volcano in my aching balls, I remind myself that pleasuring myself will do nothing to quell my need for her.
I’m saving myself for her already.
And you’re just gonna walk around with this tent pole until you claim her, right?
The thought makes me growl in frustration, and I focus on shaving my face in the shower instead.
Cleaner in body but not in mind, I can’t get to the airport quickly enough.
Already counting the minutes as soon as my cab arrives, I text Steve my flight details. I’m kicking myself for not getting May’s cell number last night, so I could call her myself.
But I guess Steve will let May know which flight and when I land.
His reply makes me uneasy, as if he’s gonna be there to meet me after all.
No sweat.
See you soon, Big B!
I should feel bad for even thinking about it, but I really, really just need some alone time with May.
I can catch up with Steve whenever. But the May thing?
This pressing need in my fucking jeans?
That needs working out and fast. Kinda needs my full attention right now, sorry, Steve.
I could text and ask if he’ll be there, but I don’t wanna hurt his feelings.
Nor do I wanna sound like a guy just itching to be alone with his daughter, even if it is true.
Remember…Play it safe. Take it slow. You’ve got time.
Try telling that to the rising lava in my nuts.
The airport, my flight, and the connecting flight are all blurred.
I always get stared at as a big, tall guy. But the looks I’m getting make more sense once I realize I’m still grinning like a maniac at the thought of seeing May again.
And those airline tires don’t screech onto the tarmac for the last time quick enough.
I'm back home in what seems like minutes, thinking about her the whole way from the west coast.
The most northeastern point of the country, and if all goes to plan, it’s where I’ll stay from now on.
Being head and shoulders above even most tall people, I figure spotting May will be a cinch.
Even if I just followed my instincts, I’m sure I’d have no trouble finding her.
I can already feel her close to me again, like iron filings to a magnet.
But I don’t see her, and making sure I sent the right flight details, I check I’m at the right gate….
Nothing. No May.
And just when I’m about to give up all hope, I hear a familiar voice, followed by a firm clap of his hand on my shoulder.
“Big B! You made it!”
It’s Steve.
I return his slightly awkward embrace. I’m using my bag to cover my front.
My dick was already expecting May. My mind becomes confused by seeing Steve here without her.
“Gee, it’s good to see ya, man…,” Steve continues.
I’m glad to see him too, I really am. But I don’t make a good first impression by shocking us both with my first question.
“Where’s May?” I practically growl. And Steve does an instant double-take.
“I mean…I thought she was coming to pick me up, is all,” I try to explain, but Steve’s still giving me a penetrating look.
“Easy big guy, easy…she’s parking the car. We got held up in traffic on the way. You okay, B?” my oldest and best friend asks me.
Feeling my face redden, I look down past Steve to my feet, trying to laugh it off, but suddenly feeling like an asshole for greeting him like this.