Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“Beg me to fuck you.”
“Please, Whizz, fuck me. I need to feel you inside me.”
He didn’t let up, ramming to the hilt inside her. Each thrust of his hips jarred the bed, banging the headboard against the wall. She forgot about everything else and all her worries and met the thrust of Whizz’s hips, crying out as he sucked each nipple into his mouth. Whizz changed as he fucked her hard. There was no getting away from his possession, not that she wanted to.
She felt the building heat of her orgasm start once again. She didn’t know how it was possible to be close to a third orgasm.
Whizz kept her locked in place with his body, making sure she couldn’t move or do anything but take his pleasure.
“Come for me, Lacey,” he said, whispering the words against her ears. She did what he wanted, coming over his thick cock.
She was attuned to his demands. Three strokes of Whizz’s cock and the cum spilled from his cock, washing her womb with his semen.
For a split second Lacey was tempted to tell him that she loved him. She stopped herself at the last minute as he collapsed over her. Neither of them was ready for that kind of commitment. She refused to spoil the moment by the truth in her heart.
****
“Alex.”
Standing in his office, Alex closed his eyes as he heard Sunshine calling him. It was Sunday morning, and she’d be joining her mother and father for the day. She did it all the time. He knew she did as he liked to keep an eye on her when he wasn’t around. Alex may no longer be in Vegas, but he still had contacts that got him what he wanted.
Turning around, he saw she was standing in the doorway wearing a dark blue conservative dress. Her black hair curled around her face, cascading down to rest below her large tits. She looked so fucking beautiful. Alex didn’t want to let her go. She was so much younger than he was. He didn’t want to plague her by his own need. His past wasn’t all filled with roses and love. No, he had a hard past just like everyone else. A past even Tiny didn’t know about.
“You’re ready to go?” he asked.
“My dad is coming to pick me up.” She stared down at him, clearly taking in his pajama bottoms. It was past nine, and he was still dressed for bed. Since leaving the clubhouse he’d not been interested in much else. Part of him wondered if he should just give in and go back to Vegas. Cheryl didn’t want him around, and Butch would be a good father to his son. He didn’t want to think about his son at that moment. Alex loved Michael and had felt that bone-deep need to keep him safe the instant he saw him. He couldn’t remember a time when he’d felt the need to protect another human being, apart from Sunshine. His need to protect her came from an entirely different need. Alex wanted to fuck Sunshine. He wanted to own every inch of her.
“Are you all right?” she asked, stepping into the room, breaking into his thoughts.
“Fine, everything is fine.”
He turned back to look out of the window.
“You can talk to me if it’ll help.”
“Why would talking about my feelings help?” he asked, glancing behind to see her look at the ground. “All it would do is highlight how shit everything was.”
She winced but didn’t turn away from him. “My mom always said a problem shared is a problem halved. When you talk about the problems in your life, it helps.” She shrugged her shoulder, smiling at him. “Life is too short to spend it scared.”
“I’m not scared,” he said.
“You’re troubled, though.”
Alex stared at her, wishing there was something he could do to keep her with him. He’d take her far away from here with his son and not look back. Tiny would find him, and that was what stopped him.
“My son hates my guts and prefers his stepfather to me. I think it’s time I went back to Vegas. Life here is not what I expected. I thought this was where I belonged. I was wrong. I’ve only fucked everything up.”
“I didn’t know you had a son.”
“Not many people do.” He put his empty cup down on the desk, turning to face her. “My problems are not halved.”
“No, you’ve still got the choice of running away. Your son hates you now, but what about next week?” She smiled at him. “Children are not a good indication for people, Alex, especially your own kids. Growing up I went from loving my parents to hating them when they wouldn’t let me do what I want. Don’t give up because of one bad day.”
The doorbell ringing interrupted their moment.