The Soccer Mom’s Bad Boy Read Online Jordan Silver

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Contemporary, Drama, Erotic, Funny Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 47819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
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She was a stay at home mom so it’s not like I would be interfering with her career goals and shit, though I’m man enough to admit that it wouldn’t have mattered if I was.

The more I thought of it, the more I liked the idea of seeing her fat with child, my child. My dick sprang to life and throbbed, the greedy fuck; he was ready for baby making duty.

I find that it was already getting hard to leave her, to be apart from her for any length of time. Not knowing what she was up to every second of the fucking day. I’m not sure, but I think that shit’s illegal, to want to be on top of someone twenty-four seven. Fuck if I care.

Part of my grand plan is to knock her the fuck up as often as I look at her, that way I’m sure to keep her to myself. Because I’m sure as fuck that some other asshole will come sniffing around her sooner or later, unless the men in this burg were all dumb fucks.

I’ll have to watch my boys and see their interactions with their women. I’ve never really paid much heed to their relationships before, but this feeling inside of me, to have her under me at all times was either the norm, or I was totally fucked.

Even now when I’d told myself to give her time, to let her get used to the idea of us, all I really wanted was to go gather the two of them up and keep them where I could watch over and protect them. The surest way I knew to bring that shit about was to breed the shit out of Ilene fast.

Since I was pretty much set financially, my woman has no need to work outside the house where other motherfuckers could ogle my shit, better she stay home and bear my seed. Not exactly a modern approach, or the in thing as they say, but it’s been some time since I gave a fuck what others thought so I’m good.

My mind turned on a dime again and just the thought of seeing her with my kid at her tit made my dick hard, and I had to get up and find something to do with myself instead of perving on her in my mind.

***

There are way too many fucking hours of daylight. I don’t recall the last time I’d counted down the hours, but found myself doing it a time or two as I waited for the sun to set and the kid to go to bed.

In the meantime I did some real estate shopping online just in case. It was looking like we were staying in this area, mainly because of Alana and school. If we were gonna do that though, I had to do way better than the ex.

I know that’s how women think, never thought I’d find myself in those shoes, but I could see the necessity in that. Some chick had basically stolen her life so it was only natural for her to want to one-up the bitch. Lucky for her she’d found a man who understood shit like that.

Her old neighborhood where the asshole ex now lived with the new wife was one of the best, but there were better to choose from and that’s where I started my search. Sometime next week I’ll take her around to see what made her eyes light up then I’ll go from there.

I was also going to need to get with her girl at some point since they seemed to be close as fuck and I know how that shit works. There were things Ilene wasn’t ever going to be comfortable sharing, things that had come before. I’m sure her girl knew them all, and if she’s the kind of friend I think she is, she’d be more than happy to share.

By the time nighttime rolled around I was about ready to rub the skin off my dick. I ate a light meal and fought the urge to call her for the one-hundredth time like a fucking teenager. I had to stop calling anyway because each time I did it just made shit worse.

I was out the door and headed for my truck at nine-thirty, hoping that that had been enough time for the kid to be fully asleep. I patted my back pocket for the kerchief I’d found to use as a gag for now. Tomorrow I’ll have to remember to pick something up, but for now it’ll have to do.

There was one light on when I made my approach to her window. My heart actually sped up, as I got closer after parking my ride in an out of the way spot well hidden from prying eyes.

I slid the window up and climbed through into the darkness, my eyes searching the room for her. There was no outline in the bed so she wasn’t there, but I could feel her in the house.



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