Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44890 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44890 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
She said she became a nurse because she couldn’t afford to become a doctor, but deep down, she always opted for a profession that helps others.
My little Petal is soft where I’m hard. She’s kind where I’m a no-bullshit type of person.
She chuckles, the sound echoing around us like a piano symphony. The type my mother used to play for us.
“What are you laughing at?” I ask.
“I’m just remembering how you were a brute at Vita’s boarding school.”
I narrow my eyes. “A brute, huh?”
“I mean, you used to hit kids if they as much as looked at you.”
“Or you.” I squeeze her. “You would’ve been dead meat if I didn’t stand up for you, you little brat.”
“I wish…” She trails off, cheeks flushing.
“What is it?”
“Nothing.”
We stop beside an olive tree and I hold her chin, forcing those gray clouds to focus on me. She can run away from the world, but never from me. “If you start something, finish it.”
“I just…” She blushes furiously again. “I wish you stayed by my side.”
“You do?”
“It’s stupid, okay? Forget it.” She tries to wiggle free, but I pin her in place.
“It’s not stupid,” I whisper. “I wish I could’ve stayed by your side too.”
For some reason, those twenty years feel like lost time with her. Maybe that’s why I refuse to let her the fuck go.
Her eyes rim with tears and her lips tremble. “Stop saying things like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you care.”
“I do care, Petal. Have I not proved it already?”
She nibbles on the inside of her cheek then swiftly gets out of my hold and focuses on some plant.
I let her because I might not be prepared for her answer either.
But as I watch her bent over, staring at some squirrel, I allow myself a different type of fantasy.
It’s nothing kinky or depraved and it doesn’t have to do with how fuckable her ass looks in that bent position.
It’s as simple as having these walks with her until we’re both old and gray. Like Nonno and Nonna.
Go back to the sexual fantasies, fucker.
12
Georgina
“Faster.”
“Oh, Jas.” I moan as I ride him, my hands on his chest.
“I said, faster, Pet.” He grabs me by a handful of my waist. “It doesn’t look like you’re doing what you’re told.”
“Oh...I’m close.” I pick up my pace, but it’s not enough. Frustration bubbles inside me as he watches me with a gleam in his eyes. He likes playing this game with me and making me unravel all around him.
“You want me to make you orgasm?”
“Yes, yes, yes…” I chant. I know I’m the one who suggested to loosen him up and make him feel better, but now I need that orgasm as much as I need air.
“Ask like a good girl, my pet.”
“Please, Jas, please let me come, let me shatter all around you.”
“Again.”
“Please, please…”
“Are you my slut?”
“Only yours.”
“My pet?”
“Yes, Jas, I’m your everything.”
“My everything, huh?” He thrusts into me from the bottom and my breathing hitches as he pinches a nipple between his fingers. “Repeat that.”
“My everything...My…Oh…” I come hard around his cock and topple over from the force of it.
I’m breathing heavily when Jasper thrusts slowly inside me again. I moan, my voice hoarse.
“You feel good, Pet?”
I whimper my approval, nodding against his chest.
“I thought you were supposed to make me feel good?” he teases.
Biting my lip, I push off him so his hard cock leaves me. I briefly close my eyes at the loss but what I’ll do is worth it. I settle between his legs and take him into my mouth.
“Mmmm,” he groans, his fingers getting lost in my hair. “Do you like tasting your juices on me?”
My thighs clench and I answer by taking him so deep in my throat, I nearly gag.
“That’s it,” his raspy voice is like an aphrodisiac. I suck him harder, my fingers playing with his balls until his groans mix with the sound of my sucking.
“Fuck,” he grunts as he comes down my throat.
I release him, licking the last drops off my lips.
“You like my taste that much, Pet?” he teases and I just nod as I snuggle to his good side.
It’s not only about his taste or the pleasure he brings me, it’s about the fact he’s alive. He didn’t leave me.
The pain I felt when I saw him all bloodied still lives inside me. I had nightmares about it a few times and every time I woke up and found him beside me, I nearly cried. Then I made him hug me back to sleep.
Now that I feel him, that I have him beside me, I don’t want to waste another moment. I’ve seen gunshot wound patients leave the earth without saying goodbye. I’ve seen their wives and their girlfriends cry in the hallway without the ability to do anything about it.
I don’t want that.
I don’t want to lose Jasper.