Speak No Evil – The Book of Caspian – Part 1 Read Online Tiana Laveen

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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 70429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
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She sat with her knees to her chest, chewing playfully on her shiny green fingernail.

“Come here, boy…”

He stood by the bed, staring at her, letting his need show.

“Uhhhh…”

Head tilted back, she took his dick into her hands and sucked up and down his rod. The feel of her butterfly locs against his hand as he pushed her further down his length was an experience within itself. The soft, long tresses, buttery dark skin, and seductive eyes on the woman sent him spinning.

“Cum in my fuckin’ mouth,” she ordered, hungrily slurping his dick, twisting the base with both hands and gobbling the shaft and head. She moved fast, then slow, caressing his balls along the way.

He put his other hand around her head now, too, pushing her into his thrusts as he fucked her mouth with brute force. It wasn’t long before he was cumming hard, shooting his creamy gift towards the back of her mouth. She swallowed his balm, milking his balls and lightly licking the head with a big smile on her face.

They spent the rest of the night and early morning making love. It was as if they couldn’t release one another, even if they wanted to. The candles burnt all the way down, and he only had a couple of condoms left when it was all said and done.

He lay there, at 5:14 A.M., with the beautiful woman asleep next to him, her head on his arm, which was falling asleep, the prickly feeling taking over. But he didn’t dare disturb her. He looked at her, admiring her—loving how beautiful she was.

He thought about the story she’d told him about being lost in the cornfield. There could have been a million reasons why she’d decided to share that with him. Perhaps their date on the dinner cruise had made her open up more. After all, they’d been speaking about personal matters. Or it could have been that somehow, some way, deep inside of her, she knew he needed to hear that story even more than she needed to tell it.

She was speaking for him, ushering him in. Trying to earn his trust.

That’s not how I want this to be. I want to be the one leading the way. I want her to trust me. Believe in me. Understand that the way I’m feeling about her is different than how I ever felt about the rest…

He had been lost, too. Lost in a world of darkness. Nothing but violet skies, bruises, and deep, bleeding hues.

He didn’t want to be silent anymore…

He was ready to speak. But how? Maybe he could pour his pain inside her, drop it in the vase she’d bought from the yard sale? Was she a vessel? One filled with white feathers and painted a vibrant shade of green? She wasn’t afraid to speak no evil…

He didn’t tell her she was part of the reason he was still in town…

He didn’t tell her that his dreams were eating him alive, turning nightly into nightmares. Mrs. Florence was sending him into tailspins filled with blood, beating hearts, and screams.

He didn’t tell her that he was going crazy… needing to get this pain off his chest. Rid his mind of his worries. His secrets. His desires. He didn’t tell her he wanted, no, needed to kill the ‘bad guys’ over and over again.

He leisurely ran the tip of his finger along the sprawled, soft locs…

It was D Day. Time was up. He was ready to speak—or forever hold his peace…

Chapter Thirteen

Azure woke up in a hazy daze. Her muscles were slightly sore from the twisting and contorting her man had put her through, and her pussy throbbed, still feeling the aftershocks of his incredible lovemaking.

She looked to her left. Caspian was out of the bed, but she heard movement and music coming from the front room. She yawned, noting the candles burning, but they weren’t the same ones from last night. In fact, one was right on the nightstand next to her. These were yellow and ivory, with a pleasant citrusy scent. The name ‘Desiree’ was printed on the label. She stretched her arms, then her legs, wiggling her toes to get her blood pumping. Flashes of the erotic times they’d shared filled her head as she slipped out of the covers and stood to her feet.

Whew wee! What a man… I like his intense behind. A lot.

In the bathroom, she was pleasantly surprised to see a loofah, towel, and a fresh bar of soap waiting for her. She looked at herself in the mirror and laughed. One long butterfly loc was kinked in the middle and sticking up. On the sink sat a brand new toothbrush, still in the package, a travel size tube of toothpaste, and mouthwash. He’d remembered her saying she didn’t have a ‘spend-a-night’ bag.



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