Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
She’d never admit it, but I think something had changed for her too. Maybe she had that Stockholm syndrome shit I don’t know. But by the fifth day after I’d told her the truth she’d stopped sniping at me. And when I touched her, she turned to me instead of pulling away.
That night before I’d found her in my arms, I’d made love to her. It was the first time I’d ever made love to a woman with my heart in it. She’d clung to me then too while my cock thumped away the last of my seed inside her. Her body still suffering aftershocks.
Maybe it was the conversations we stared having that fourth day. I think she started them as a way to tame the beast, but the shit backfired on her. I remember how it started, recall every word.
“Wait, why don’t you stay with me for a little bit. I…it’s boring in here all day alone.” She was either aiming to be let out or she was up to some shit.
“What do you want to talk about princess?” She shrugged like a typical female like I was supposed to know what the fuck she wanted to talk about.
I started to leave again because I’d already hit the pussy like four times the night before and twice again this morning before the sun came up. Fuck conversation. But she stopped me again.
“No, I…tell me about yourself.” She fidgeted around on the bed where she sat wearing one of my shirts. I’d started letting her get dressed again after hiding her clothes to keep her little ass from trying to run.
I’d given her a look and thought, okay let’s play. Taking a seat on the chair that I drew up next to the bed I stretched my legs out in front of me, unbuttoned the lone button on my suit jacket and crossed one knee over the other.
Before I knew it we were actually having a conversation. Freaked me the fuck out. She finally got around to asking me about her dad and I told her once again about his part in the death of mine. I wasn’t necessarily trying to convince her of shit just told her like it is and left it to her to believe whatever she chose to.
She did look like she was giving it some serious thought, and when she asked me if I had any proof I showed her the mineral rights that he’d only transferred back a few days before. I didn’t tell her that he’d held up his end of the bargain and I hadn’t. Or that for the first time in my life I was tempted to welch on a deal because of her.
She’d looked so sad and alone after realizing that I hadn’t been bullshitting her. That bottom lip of hers had trembled like she was about to cry and before I knew what the fuck I was doing I was pressing her back into the bed. That was the first time since she overheard that phone conversation that she’d let me have her without giving me any of her shit.
I took my time undoing the buttons of my white dress shirt that she’d put on after our morning fuck shower. “You look beautiful in my shirt baby you know that.” I pulled the two halves of the shirt open slowly, revealing her firm high tits with the raspberry colored nipples.
I blew on one of them while rubbing my palm lightly over the other. “So responsive. Feed me your tit.” She lifted ever so slightly until her tit brushed against my lips. I stuck my tongue out and licked her. Long slow torturous tongue licks across her nipple when what I really wanted was to devour.
20
Damien
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She smelt fresh and sweet from her shower and her skin had this amazing taste that called to me. I let my hand roam down her middle until I reached her pussy. She didn’t have any underwear on since I’d torn every pair she tried to wear since the first day I took her, and had refused to buy her any after that.
She spread her legs for me, just a little bit at first, until I ran my finger through her slit while tasting her lips with my tongue. She put her arms around my neck and let me finger fuck her. She moved beneath my hand and I teased her, taking my finger away until she moaned pitifully.
“Tell me what you want baby. Show me.” I tacked on that last because her face had gone up in flames at my first order and I knew the second would be easier.
She took my hand and put it back on her pussy and I hid my smile in the kiss I deepened. I’ve closed many a deal in my time, had accomplished some pretty heavy-duty shit. But none of that came close to what I felt when she put my hand on her pussy and pushed herself into my palm, begging me without words to touch her.