Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Gracie looked down, a flush on her cheeks as she bit her lip.
“Well, reception is bad here, but I do hear from them every now and then. Of course, I haven’t heard from them in a while, but it’s because our last harvest was plentiful, so Robbie and Jim have more than enough to work with. And it’s on me too,” she says quickly. “I haven’t reached out to them either.”
I nod thoughtfully while gently running my fingers through the come leaking from her pussy. I push the viscous seed back into Gracie’s damp hole because that’s where it belongs: inside my woman, where it can’t get out.
But still, what the hell is wrong with these her family? Why haven’t these fuckers checked up on Gracie, when she’s young and alone halfway up the mountain? I mean, fuck, if I knew my daughter was being fucked rough and wild by a mountain man, I’d come up with a shotgun in my arms. I’d be hauled off for homicide at the first blast because that fucker wouldn’t have a head anymore.
But Gracie always excuses their actions, and she doesn’t like to talk about her family much either. She said her mom left when she was a kid, and her dad worked hard to keep her and her brother clothed and fed. I respect that, but still. Something’s not right, and I have a bad feeling about these motherfuckers. Selling a puny amount of MJ isn’t enough to feed a family, much less sustain yourself for the long run. There’s something jacked up going on, and I’m pretty sure that they’re hiding it from my beautiful girl.
But right now, we’re on a run so I put it out of my head. My girl looks gorgeous with that big bottom bouncing and jouncing as she skips up the hill like a gazelle. Fuck. I’m athletic, but cardio’s not my thing and I’m huffing and puffing by the time I get up there next to her.
“Winded, some?” she giggles as I bend over, my hands on my knees. “Who would have thought that the big ole lumberjack would be felled by trail running?”
I glare at her playfully, still trying to get my breath back.
“I tromp through the forest in my steel-toed boots conquering trees left and right,” is my growl. “I don’t run through the trees, I fell them. If they had legs, they’d take off through the forest when they see me coming.”
Gracie rolls her eyes playfully.
“Oh really, and do you brandish your axe over your head?” she snarks. “Like you’re getting ready to throw it?”
I pin her with a look.
“Baby, we don’t use axes on the job. We use fucking chainsaws that are bigger than you. When I don’t have you in bed, I take my chainsaw to bed and hump it like it’s a woman. It’s got a sexy smell, and the thrum of the motor makes me horny.”
Gracie giggles again before darting down the path, that big rump shaking deliciously with every step.
“Oh really, you fuck chainsaws?” she calls over her shoulder. “What other equipment do you fuck? Hammers? Nails? Maybe a leaf-blower?”
I growl, my blue eyes flaring as her giant breasts bobble so hard that they almost fall out of her sports bra. But the woman is onto something, and she doesn’t even know it because I’m a fucking pervert. Sure, I’ve been nasty in bed with her, punishing all three of her holes and playing eenie meenie miney mo between them whenever I want. But that shit is still straight sex to me, and pretty vanilla too. No, my tastes can get pretty fucking extreme because I like it rough. I like watching a girl take dildo in her pussy, and another in her ass, as she chokes with my cock in her mouth. I like spitting on her, and letting my saliva drool between her hungrily parted lips. I love seeing lipstick on my dick, and then watching her hump that lipstick canister, sliding it in and out of her slick folds before pushing it into her asshole too. My tastes are fucked up, and I just haven’t unleashed them on Gracie yet.
After all, the young woman was a virgin mere weeks ago. Her hymen was busted on my cock, leaving a telltale smear of red on that massive shaft, and when I saw Grace’s first blood, something fucking strange happened. Possession coursed through my veins, and I couldn’t think for a moment. The only words circling in my head were, “Mine, mine mine. She’s mine.”
But how the fuck would that work? I’ve been lying to Grace all this time, and about everything too. About my identity. About where I come from, and what I do for a living. About my family, and the debauched life that my twin and I enjoy in Vegas. Hell, Gracie thinks I’m a good guy. She thinks I’m a hard-working American, like so many of our fellow citizens, when the truth is that I’ve fucked so many women over the years that it isn’t even funny. I’m embarrassed to recall my exploits at this point.