Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
15
Devlin
For the next couple days I was on shift so didn’t get to see her. It was good anyway, since she needed time to get her shit together. If she keeps her shit up I just might give her what she wants. But at this point in time, that shit’s not gonna work for me. Damn pain in the ass female.
Not only is she a pain in the ass, but she’s an ungrateful one at that. I made her cum until she couldn’t even breathe and her answer was to try getting rid of me. Again!
I have a pretty good idea what the hell’s going on in her head, but if she thinks I’ma let her fears and hang-ups fuck with my happiness she’s in for a rude awakening.
“Dev, I have that thing you wanted me to get for you, I’ll have Melissa drop it off later.”
“No problem Frank.” I know his ass was trying to get a rise out of me but I ignored him.
He knows damn good and well that that Melissa chick is on my dick and I don’t want any part of it. I’d met her once or twice at his home when she was babysitting his kids and her jailbait ass took one look at me and fell ass over heels in lust.
Frank thinks it’s funny the way I avoid her like the plague and it’s because he knows I won’t go there that he’s always throwing us together.
Now that he knows that me and the pain in the ass are a thing he thinks it’s even funnier. We’ll see how funny he thinks it is when I knock him on his ass.
I headed out for home looking forward to the next few days off. I wondered if the pain in the ass had baked anything, I was in the mood for something sweet.
I hadn’t seen or spoken to her in the last two days so I was sure she thought I’d given into her bullshit demands about calling it quits. What the hell had she said again? Oh right. we’re not good for each other, the relationship isn’t going to go anywhere, yadda-yadda-yadda. Typical female bullshit.
Me being on call the last two days worked for me in one other way as well. Not only did it keep me away from her, but it gave me time to think. She had a legitimate worry after all.
With us living so close to each other, if shit goes south it could create some nasty problems. But where is it written that you’re supposed to end something before it’s been given a fair shot?
For the past two days, no matter what I told myself I kept coming back to one thing. What if? What if I walk away now? What if she takes some other man to her bed right next door? Like fuck!
Since I couldn’t get past that one as far as I’m concerned the whole thing is fucking moot. When I think about some other dick pulling into her driveway, going into her home, joining her in bed…
Shit, even now the thought makes me livid. The fuck! What she doesn’t seem to understand is it’s too late. The thing she’s so afraid of has already happened. And there’s no turning back now.
If I can accept that shit I don’t see why she can’t. And if I was being honest with myself it all boiled down to one thing. Even more than the fact that her pussy was the best thing I’d ever been inside of, I was the only man to ever have her. The fuck do I look like just letting her go?
I would never have thought that shit would mean as much to me as it does. Knowing that no one else has ever had her, that she was mine completely. I didn’t know I had that shit in me, but I do, and it’s her ass.
I didn’t see any movement at her place when I got home so I went in and took a shower before dropping into bed for some much needed sleep.
Her ass! Damn! You know you’re a goner when the ass follows you into your sleep. When you dream of the feel, scent and taste of a woman every time you close your eyes. When you can think of nothing else but that ass even when your mind needs to be elsewhere.
I’ve never been an ass man, never had any kind of preference except for the pussy. With her, I find that I like it all and wonder of wonders, I haven’t once thought of her weight or her size. Maybe because she doesn’t go on and out about it herself.
She has an inner confidence that I doubt she even realizes, and for some reason I find that shit sexy as hell. If I could just get her past her fear of whatever the fuck it is she thinks I’m gonna to do to her we’d be straight.