Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46914 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46914 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
I can’t help it. I can’t stop.
My cock belongs inside of her… my seed belongs in her pussy.
But the tension is too much.
I grab my base, keeping my eyes shut, freeing my cock from my underwear and stroking it quickly.
The fantasy rushes forward.
Suddenly, my woman’s on her back, still wearing her shirt, but with her skirt hiked up and her panties on the floor.
I bury my dick inside her, staring into her eyes as I slide in deeper and deeper and feel her clinging to me tightly.
She moans, her features shifting, eyelids fluttering the faster we go, the closer she gets….
My mind is a battlefield, bullets of lust slamming into it, driving the fantasy on.
Now she’s bent over, her big juicy ass beckoning to me. She smiles over her shoulder, shaking her ass from side to side.
You might get me pregnant this time, Weston.
The imagined words cause my hand to move with more compulsion up and down my throbbing dick.
I bring my helm to her pussy, seeing the wetness of her thighs, slipping down her curvaceous legs. I push into her from behind, and then the fantasy flits again.
I’m hammering my cock into her pussy like a savage, my hands gripping her hips, driving hard so that her ass bounces with the motion.
I can feel her ass slamming against my ab as I lean over, wrapping an arm around her, grabbing her full breasts, and….
A carnal moan escapes me as my seed erupts, and the end of my cock fires hotly.
Already, I’m disappointed as the fantasy fades, as I waste my seed.
It belongs inside of her.
It’s the only place.
I take a shower, letting the hot water massage my tense body. I'm thinking about tomorrow. If I want to keep doing what I love – disappearing into characters, pursuing my art – I’ve got to tell the world I defended the social-media-climber Kennedy.
I’ve got to go along with her story that we were flirting beforehand.
I’ve got to lie… and Alice will hear the lies, believe them.
With a groan, I step from the shower, wrapping a towel around my waist.
My cock is already getting hard again at the thought of Alice.
But even more compelling is the hammering in my chest, like a drum, calling me to the future, to countless family scenes.
I never knew who the mother of my children was going to be.
I started to believe there wouldn’t be a mother.
But there will be. There is a woman for me.
Her name is Alice.
“That sucked,” I gruffly say once Aurora tells me the recording is over.
I explained to the camera – and to the world – that the reason I got into a fight was because they insulted a woman I had an interest in.
That was the most I could offer.
Aurora wants more, I can tell… she wants me to go into detail about my apparent desire.
But I can’t, not with thoughts of Alice pounding in my mind, tempting me with more force each time she arises in my thoughts.
Aurora sits opposite me in the same office we spoke in yesterday, though it’s far cloudier today.
It’s so fitting since dark clouds have moved into my mind.
“But it was for the best,” Aurora says, suppressing a yawn.
“Tired?” I ask.
She grins. “How did you guess?”
With a forced chuckle, I say, “I must be a genius.”
“I gave Alice a ride home last night,” Aurora replies.
I sit up at the mention of Alice’s name, stiffness gripping me. It’s like my muscles will expand and tear my clothes to pieces – Hulk-like.
My balls ache as an image of her comes to me.
“She doesn’t have a car?” I ask.
“No, poor woman,” Aurora replies. “Between us, I think she’s suffered a tragedy. She hasn’t mentioned anything in detail, but she’s given me hints. She’s supporting her younger sister.”
My heart hammers even more.
Supporting her sister… a tragedy….
All of it speaks to a woman with emotional depth, a woman with a strong family instinct, a woman who would make the best mother imaginable.
I need to slow down.
A man in my position has to be careful.
There’s pretty much a zero chance of Alice thinking about having a family together.
Or, worse, there’s a chance she is.
But only for the reason so many other women would entertain the thought.
I’ve been around long enough to know a man has to be careful. If I suddenly told Alice that I wanted her or needed her, she might tell me the same.
She might even be convincing.
But there’s no way I could know for sure.
And yet, I say, “Give me her cell phone number.”
I know I’ve made a mistake when Aurora flinches, tilting her head. “Why?”
I was too blunt, too eager, too savage.
I try to make my tone lighter, though it’s difficult at the best of times.
Now, with thoughts of Alice slamming into me every moment, it’s impossible.
“I might be able to offer her some work,” I go on.