Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 204(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 204(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
“Never thought you were.”
Sitting up, straddling his lap, I can still feel his hard length under me. “Howard and Fred are both dead because of me and I’m allowing you to give me an orgasm outside on a porch in a place I don’t know. That makes me a slut.”
He laughs and I swear I feel it through his dick. The slight twitch under me has my body wanting more.
See total whore.
“And now we’re getting somewhere. Why do you think someone is dead because of you?”
Jumping off of him, I realize my mistake.
“You son-of-a-bitch!” I yell and I’m not one to name call.
He sits up with a tent in his pants. For a moment I was feeling bad that he didn’t get off, but right this second, knowing he used sex to relax me, I hope he gets the worst case of blue balls known to man.
“Hey, watch yourself,” he warns as I stand over him.
Backing away, I have to move to the side to get from between the couch and table. “You used sex against me! What kind of man does that?”
He stands, towering over me, “I did not use sex against you. When we have sex, you’ll be feeling me for days. What I did was give you an outlet for all the emotions you have pushed down for years. What I did was test the waters to see if the attraction I have for you was reciprocated. What the fuck I did was learn your body because the next orgasm I give you will leave you unable to move. Luckily for you, we don’t have time tonight because right now, baby, the way you come alive when you let go, I want nothing more than to scoop you up, rip your pants off and eat that pussy with those sweet ass lace panties on. I want you to ride my face until you can’t hold your body up anymore and then I still want to make you come again before I’m done eating you.”
What in the sex crazed monster have I gotten myself into now?
CHAPTER 8
Rogue
She retreats into my house. I remain on the porch. Should I have been so brash? Probably not.
I am who I am though. And that man is brutally honest.
My phone rings, I retrieve it from my pocket.
“Yo,” I answer seeing it’s Tyrant.
“She still at your place?” He asks with a tone that tells me shit isn’t good.
“Yeah, but can’t say how long she will stay.”
“You piss her off already?” he asks knowing I can be a lot for some people.
I can’t stop the smirk. I am thankful for this brotherhood who know me and don’t judge me. “Yup.”
“Well, that is gonna make this difficult. Keep her there, Demons are inside her house setting up to take her. Audio says they are pissed she wasn’t there and they called in someone to hack and find out where she went. Only a matter of time, brother.”
Well, fuck me. “Affirmative.” I reply wondering how deep into shit is the woman in my house.
“We’re closing in on these asshats and will take them to the hole. You stay with her until we can figure out why this shit came to our town.”
She comes stomping out of my front door the same time I end the call. I step in her path, she moves to side slide away. Reaching up, I wrap my hand around her throat. I don’t squeeze but this gives me the advantage to make her look me in the eyes.
“I get you are not from my world. I get that you’re all up in your head thinking pleasure is a bad thing and the timing and all the other shit society feeds woman for centuries to suppress your orgasms and give men some stupid sense of control. But let me make a few things clear, buttercup.”
She swallows hard, I feel it in my palm, but I don’t release her and she doesn’t speak.
I continue, “Over there, on my couch, that was release. You needed it no matter what you think. It took a wall down so you could open up. I get to you I’m a stranger, but right now, buttercup, I’m keeping you alive. And I’m a lot of things but a liar isn’t one of them, so I’ll be honest and tell you it’s for selfish reasons. Never had a woman make me want to bust a nut in my pants from watching her come. I could spend the rest of my life giving you orgasms and never once need in that tight cunt. But baby, you give me that privilege, just know my cock will treasure it.”
“You are insane,” she whispers.
I laugh, “no I’m a man who has had plenty of pussy, but not one pussy has ever felt as good on my fingers and cum taste so good on my tongue as the mere appetizer you gave me today. I’m a man, Michele, carnal desires always win. Before shit got complicated, men and women were simple. Eat, sleep, fuck. That is life.”