Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103753 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103753 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Never.
Not ever.
But I’m now living proof that they aren’t a fable.
I whimper as tingling takes over my body and my pussy pulses lightly. My whimper turns into a moan when he thrusts harder and deeper into me. When he snarls and bites down on my shoulder, I tip my head back and cry out loudly. My body turns rigid as I begin to pulsate. Twitch bites harder, and the mixture of pleasure and pain breaks something in me.
If heaven were a place, it would be the tiny area Twitch’s piercing touches when I come on him.
Tears trail my cheeks in complete and utter bliss.
The moment he stills, he groans around my shoulder. His cock jerks inside of me, and the warmth I feel tells me that he – once again – didn’t wear a condom. If it were anyone else, that would be a big deal.
But it’s not anyone else.
The arm around my waist holds me tight. Removing his teeth from my shoulder, he rests his forehead in their place. Both panting, we lay there a few minutes. Sooner than I’d like, he slides out of me, then my bed, dresses quickly, and walks away from me without even a peep. Or so I think.
At my bedroom door, he turns to me and speaks into the dark. “I’ll call.”
A sudden thought rushes through me, causing my stomach to coil, and without a second thought, I blurt out, “You’re clean, right?”
He stills a moment before he answers in dead seriousness, “Of course.”
My mind and body relax tenfold. Closing my eyes, I listen to the footsteps walk further and further away from me with only one thought in mind:
Please, don’t hurt me.
Turning my desk chair around to face out the window, I place my foot on my opposite knee and wonder why the fuck I can’t concentrate today.
Closing my eyes, I tap the pen at my temple and try to avoid any thoughts of the woman whose pussy tastes so good that I want it available to me at all hours. The woman I already have a purpose for. The woman who is somehow scrambling my fucking brains to slop.
This was meant to be fun. And it started that way.
But it doesn’t feel so fun anymore.
Julius would laugh his fucking ass off knowing I’m startin’ to feel something more than physical for this sparrow.
Julius is my best friend. And the person I would do anything for. He’s one of the rare people I listen to. Keeping me safe in juvie is one of the things I’ll always remember.
He saved me.
The door creaks open, and the sound of heels coming my way alerts me to the fact that someone wants something from me.
Like always.
When she comes into view, I turn my head to see Ling smiling at me. “Got a sec?”
Nodding, I watch her smile turn predatory. And my mind sighs.
Not today.
Ling and I have a long standing arrangement. It’s not a big deal. Just sex. But I haven’t touched her since the day my girl got her ass beat. Trying to keep a clear head is hard when sex is involved.
Taking a step towards me, her petite hand and long red nails slide up my bent knee, then higher to my thigh. She wastes no time palming my crotch. I mentally growl. She knows what happens when she takes liberties with me, meaning she’s feeling frisky and wants a reaction.
When I don’t react and let her palm me, her red lips pout. She wants a fight. She’s not going to get one. Her almond eyes narrow and she presses harder into me. Fury masks her face, “What the fuck is going on with you, Twitch? You haven’t touched me in ages.”
I don’t answer. She continues to palm my flaccid dick, looking for signs of life, but little Twitch doesn’t want what’s on the menu tonight. Little Twitch’s tastes have changed. Trying to get a reaction out of me, she squeezes my dick hard and digs her nails in. I snarl and bare my teeth at her. Her eyes flare in excitement. This has gone on too long.
Placing my palm over her face, I push back, hard. She stumbles back in her heels and falls on her ass. “That what you want, Ling? You want it rough? Fuck off. I’m not in the mood.”
Chest heaving, still seated on the floor, her face flames. Walking over to her, I offer her my hand, but she slaps it away.
The little woman has too much pride in her. She’ll never learn.
Standing, she smooths down the front of her dress and asks in perfect calm, “You fucking someone?”
No hesitation. “Yeah.”
“You wanna keep her?”
Ling knows me well. She’s an observer. I scratch my chin absently. “Yeah. I’m keeping this one.”
Her face displays stunned disbelief. Clearly not the answer the she was expecting. Then a small smile spreads across her lips. A calculating smile. “It’s her, isn’t it?”