Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
So, she left yesterday thinking everything was okay, not knowing that for all intents and purposes we were already divorced and that there would be someone to greet her at the airport with the divorce papers and an order not to come within ten feet of me.
Harsh I know, but it’s better than she deserves. Still, that was a completely separate issue from the one I’m faced with now. I know she felt my eyes on her, the little blush on her cheek gave her away.
And when she toppled over on her side I was more than sure that she felt my eyes on her. The quick look she threw me over her shoulder was proof that I was right.
I think I’m gonna have to keep an eye on this one. Nothing I like more than unraveling secrets and something tells me she has plenty. She’s so young though, what the hell could she possibly have to hide?
Then again in this day and age everything seems to be moving ten times faster. That’s one of the reasons I had to get rid of Claudia now. Now that my girls were still young and wouldn’t be too scarred by her fucked up ways.
Sebastian
I’m not too worried about my daughters though. As long as there’s breath in my body they’ll be safe. No one, not even their mother will be allowed to fuck with them in any way shape or form. Not my blood!
The most pressing issue plaguing me right at this moment is the hunger I went to bed with last night. The savage need I felt as I laid awake alone in my bed, hurting, wanting.
Had she known that the gown she wore played peekaboo with her pussy, her bare uncovered pussy? Or that the bow between her cleavage drew the eye to her firm high breasts?
Had she done that shit purposely, or had I become jaded after dealing with Claudia and her shit? Was I now going to look at every woman with suspicion? I hope I’m not the weak.
But how could she not have known? There’s a mirror in her room, I’m sure of it. So there’s no way she hadn’t known that the sheer gown had shown off her assets to perfection. Especially those mouth watering tits. They’re the finest I’ve seen in a while and I’m good enough to know that those shits are real.
I’d gone to bed imagining my mouth on them, my hands on her pussy, folding back the lips and teasing her, getting her ready for my cock. All because of that one glimpse my mind had been off on a hormonal tangent.
It has been a while since I felt this rush of excitement over a woman. Not even Claudia had drawn this out of me in the beginning. I’d been attracted sure, but my mind had never gone to the places it traversed last night.
Like wondering if Sydney’s pussy hair was the same color as the white blonde tresses on her head. Or how tight she would be around my fuck meat.
She’s only twenty-one, she may not have had much experience and even if she had, my cock isn’t exactly made to fit. So imagining squeezing into her tight hot body had kept my dick hard and my imagination running amok.
Did she have a gripper? Would her pussy bleed on my cock the first time? What kind of fuck would she be? Would she just lay there and take me, or is she a fighter? One of those women who know how to fuck back in bed.
Those are the things that plagued me throughout the night. That followed me into sleep. I’d tossed and turned wondering, which one she is. Who is the real Sydney?
The nondescript girl I’d first met, or the luscious woman who’d stood in my kitchen with a glass of milk because she couldn’t get to sleep in a strange place? More importantly did I even care to find out?
Yes! The answer is most definitely yes. Now after seeing her body in that suit, studying her face as she laid next to the pool. What red blooded male wouldn’t want to plumb those depths?
And there was nothing stopping me, as far as I’m concerned I’m no longer married and haven’t been since my lawyer filed those papers. It didn’t matter to me that Claudia had no idea she was no longer married.
Not that I see how that would stop her anyway. It’s not like that’s gonna change who she is, or keep her from doing the shit’s she’s been doing while we were married.
There was no question of her going after my money because the airtight prenup I had her sign took care of that. As to the kids, with what I had on her, I’m sure she wouldn’t push the issue.