Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81581 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81581 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
From her phone, I decide to take matters into my own hands and pretend to be her.
Violet: What you did was sleazy.
It satisfies me knowing he’ll read that and shit his panties. It’s late but apparently, the fuck is awake because he replies.
Sean: Are you drunk again?
His tone boils my blood. It’s as if he assumes she gets wasted all the time. I don’t know Violet well but I am perceptive enough to realize she doesn’t do this often. Her life is too orderly to get out of control on a frequent basis.
Violet: I’m clear headed. How do I know that when working for you, this kind of thing won’t be a regular occurrence? I was blacked out, and had that nice man not saved me, you’d have probably fucked me in that cab.
His response is immediate.
Sean: Whoa. Calm down, Letty. We both got a little wasted but the last thing I would ever want is for you to think I would take advantage of you. I’m not like those guys at Maxwell. You know this.
I stiffen and glare at the glowing screen as I shove the last orange wedge in my mouth.
Violet: What do you mean?
While he types, I scoop up all of the orange peelings and hide them at the bottom of the garbage can.
Sean: You mentioned last night how they touch you against your wishes. I may have drunk a lot but I didn’t forget what you said. And last night, you wanted me to touch you. It was extremely unprofessional and I’m sorry. I don’t want us to get off on the wrong foot.
My blood boils and I nearly crack the screen in my brutal death grip. Who the fuck has been touching her against her wishes at Maxwell? I’m raging with fury but I attempt to quell it. I’ll get to the bottom of this on Monday. Whoever thinks they can fuck with my girl is going to pay.
Violet: Please keep things professional from here on out.
Sean: Of course. I’m sorry.
Once I’m certain he isn’t going to respond anymore, I delete all of tonight’s correspondence before pocketing her phone. I give my hands a quick rinse in the sink and then I’m back to check on her. She’s still sleeping soundly, but this time naked like she belongs. My cock aches for her. In the moonlight, her perfect round tits are on display. I want to mark her up and stain her with all that is me. Those sorts of thoughts don’t help my dick.
Before Violet, whenever I’d feel the need to fuck, I’d give my friend Elisha a call. She’d come over and let me use her however I needed to. Then, she’d leave, her purse a little heavier than it was when she showed up.
But now…
The thought of being inside any woman who isn’t Violet is repulsive. Violet is mine and she will continue to be mine. I’ll make her mine in every way that I possibly can. There’s no way I’ll be able to peacefully sleep with my cock throbbing so painfully. I carefully undo my belt and pants before sliding them to my ankles. With my foot, I kick them under the bed. I peel away my sweater and have it join my pants as well. Once I’m standing beside her in nothing but my boxers and socks, I stroke myself through my underwear.
God, I fucking want her.
I push my boxers down my thighs so that my heavy erection bobs out. When I take it in my grip, it’s hot and pulsating. I’m dying to push into every single one of her holes. To draw out pleasure and pain from her. I want to own every part of her.
Fisting my cock feverishly, I attempt to keep my grunts stifled. With each tug, I get closer and closer to release. Desire for her alights every nerve ending from my skull to my toes. I push the sheet away from her so I can see all of her creamy flesh. Her sweet cunt looks good enough to eat. The thought sends me over the edge, and I spurt my heat all over her lower stomach. I groan as the last of my orgasm drips from the tip of my cock onto the edge of the bed. With a sated smile, I run my fingertips through my release on her body. I drag my seed along her taut stomach to the curves of her breasts. I smear it all over her nipples and my dick jolts with excitement when they harden in response. With my wet fingers, I give in to the urge to touch her cunt. I’m satisfied when a small moan escapes her the moment my cum-covered finger slides along her seam and rubs at her clit. Last night she had her own fingers. Tonight she has me. She’ll always have me.