Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
“What about us?”
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I shrugged. I knew it wasn’t what he wanted, but it’s the only honest answer I could give him.
“You go back to work tomorrow?” he asked, changing the subject; knowing he wasn’t going to get anymore from me.
I nodded.
“When do I get to see you again?”
“Sooner than you think,” I simply stated.
He took a deep breath. “Okay.”
We got dressed and went back to my condo, spending the entire day on my couch watching reruns of Family Guy, and eating Chinese takeout. He spent the night again, and we had sex most of the night.
The next day he left early in the morning and I went and met a client.
Two months had gone by, and Devon and I spent every free second together. When he didn’t have his son, I would go over to his house or he would come to my condo. He started leaving things at my place and I started leaving things at his. I didn’t know what we were, or what we were doing because we never talked about it.
There were no promises made, no I love yous exchanged, and no talk of the future. We just were.
Brooke and Devon.
“What are you doing for Thanksgiving?” he asked, one night while we were on my couch. He was watching Sports Center, and I was messaging with Ysabelle on Skype chat.
“Ummm…” I said, looking up from my computer. “I don’t know. My parents go to Colorado every year I usually go with them, except every other year. My sisters switch holidays back and forth, and I think this year it’s their husband’s turn to have Thanksgiving. I believe we’re doing Christmas Eve.”
He grinned. “Good, you’re coming home with me.”
I raised my eyebrows. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“I don’t think that’s—”
“Shut up, Bambi.”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I. I won’t have Ethan, I have him for Christmas, so we’re going to my Mom’s, and by that… I mean you and I.”
I shook my head. “No.”
“No?”
I nodded.
“Write Ysabelle goodbye,” he demanded, changing his demeanor, quickly.
“What?”
“Write. Ysabelle. Goodbye.”
When I didn’t move, he grabbed my computer and typed it himself, placing it on my coffee table and looking over at me with devilish eyes.
“Want to try that again?” he threatened.
“I’m not going, Devon. Go spend time with your family and then you can spend time with me. And I can spend time with The Incredible Cock,” I replied, wiggling my eyebrows.
He grinned and his eyes read nothing, but mischievousness, as he crawled up my body and placed himself at my side. He leaned in and kissed along my neckline; twirling his index finger around my belly button.
“But I want you to come with me, and I know you want to,” he breathed into the side of my neck, making shivers crawl up my skin and causing goose bumps.
I was wearing a lavender nightie with matching panties and he was wearing gym shorts; I loved watching his muscles flex just from moving. His hand moved to the inside of my panties and he traced along the edges. “Are you wet?”
“Always.”
“Do you want to come?”
I knew it was a double innuendo and I wouldn’t answer, so he slapped my pussy making me jolt.
“You’re not being a good girl…” And he slapped me repeatedly until my legs spread open and I rotated my hips into his whacks. He reached for the hem of my nightie and I helped him take it off; my panties were next to go. He placed me on top of him, but with my back to his front.
“Do you want me to touch you?” he groaned into my ear before taking it into his mouth.
“Always.”
I could feel him grinning behind me, so I swayed my ass on his cock, that was already rock hard in his gym shorts. I reached for the sides and he let me, sliding them down and then off. I went back to what I was doing, but this time his dick lie perfectly flat on his stomach, and in between my cheeks. My back was laying on his front, and my legs were spread on the sides of his body. My back was slightly arched so that I could gyrate my ass up and down; my wetness making it easy to do so. I grabbed at the back of his neck for more leverage, and with one hand he kneaded my breast, and with the other he played with my clit in a side-to-side motion.
“That feel good?” he raspingly asked, as I continued to slide his dick in between my cheeks.
“Yes…”
“You love me playing with your clit, while my cock rubs on your asshole; don’t you?”
I turned my head and peeked up at him. I stuck my tongue in his mouth, and he sucked on it.
“Fuck… I can’t get enough of you,” he growled, grabbing my legs and bringing them up to my body.