Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37047 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37047 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
He frigged my clit with his thumb while those fingers went to work inside me and his cock kept up a long slow ride into my ass. The sights and sounds and scents were so sexy I could hardly take it. Everything in me was on fire and the way his eyes blazed when I dropped my legs and grabbed my tits, holding them up to him, begging for the feel of his teeth and tongue on my needy nipples.
Having your ass fucked with fingers in your twat while your nipples get sucked is my new go-to. Oh, and don’t forget the thumb on my clit. His dick was buried balls deep in my ass. As much as I want all of his seed in my pussy to get me that son or daughter that would tie him to me forever, I couldn’t wait to feel him cumming in my ass again. That hot, warm silk feeling when he exploded in me last night is one of the highlights of my sexual escapades.
He wasn't as gentle with me this time, not when he slid his fingers out of me and gripped my hips hard between his hands so he could hold me in place to pound fuck my ass hard. I was back to speaking foreign languages, but this one sounded a little different, a bit more guttural than the last.
He didn’t cum in my ass this time; at least he started to, but then at the last minute, he pulled out, and I got to see his thick, potent seed shoot out of his cock before it disappeared inside me. He was just in time to empty the last of it just inside my pussy, where I could feel it running back out already. He flipped my legs into the air with my ass off the mattress as if making sure no more of his cum escaped my pussy.
MR. JARVIS
“DON’T FRET; I’ll be back before you know it.” I kissed her brow and her pouting lips as I headed out the door. I hate to leave her even for a second, but this last-minute issue at one of our plants couldn’t be put off, and she can’t come with me because they have a deadline to make on her team.
I hated looking back and seeing her standing in the doorway, looking so small as she waved goodbye. I had no idea that I’d ever come to this. Before, running around spearheading and troubleshooting any and all aspects of the company was like my life’s blood. Now each time something takes me away from her, from home, I resent it.
I’ve become someone else, someone I hardly recognize. I find joy in more things other than me, and it’s all centered around her. Sometimes I wonder what would’ve happened had I stayed in a cold, loveless marriage and never met her. A cold shiver down my spine usually follows that thought.
I can’t imagine living without her. I don’t regret my daughter though I abhor everything else about my time with her mother, so I can’t wish those years away. But I’m so happy that I was a free man when she came to me. Had it not been for my wife’s infidelity and our subsequent divorce, it would not have been in a position to pursue her and find the best part of me.
I feel guilty when I think of the children we’re gonna have. Guilt because I know that I’m going to do things with them that I never did for my daughter. She’d gained only material things and wealth from me, while they were sure to enjoy my time and devotion as well.
Another guilty feeling that leads me to forgive my daughter things most people would frown on. Like, I know she’s been spreading rumors about Jenna, how she broke up our family. She's a homewrecker and a gold-digging bitch.
I’d hoped that by now, she’d have gotten over whatever hang-ups she had about me dating her former friend, but alas, that hasn’t happened. Instead, she’s back to mouthing off about Jenna and how I should get rid of her. I’m at the point where I don’t understand what’s wrong with my kid. It’s as if she’d grown in every other way except when it comes to the divorce.
The therapists had said that she was having a harder time than most when it first happened, but surely she’s gotten over it by now. I was about to make the turnoff to the highway when my phone made a little jingle. I looked over at it in the passenger seat and saw that it was an alert for the camera in the living room back home.
Odd, I’d turned on the security cameras before leaving because I knew she would be there on her own once the staff left for the day, which would be before she got home in the evening, and I wanted to be there in some way. But she should’ve been gone off to work a long time ago, and the staff wasn’t coming until midday.