Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m going to have a taste of this pussy, baby. I’ve been thinking about it for some time, and I think it’s only fair that I find out if it’s as good as I remember.”
Her pussy had a small dusting of pubic hair at the top. Settling between her thighs, he opened her naked lips.
“Why wax here, and not here?” he asked, stroking her pussy lips, then her pubic hair.
“I didn’t want to feel like a child. I’m a woman, but I like to also be feminine,” she said.
He was more than happy with that. His dick was especially happy.
Gash opened her lips and moaned at the sight of her swollen clit. She really was a beautiful, sexy woman. Flicking his tongue across her clit, he glided down to circle her cunt. She was soaking wet and started to thrust against him. He fucking loved it when she rubbed her pussy on his face.
The last thing he wanted was for his woman to not get off on being with him. He wanted it as badly as she did. His cock still leaked pre-cum all over the blanket as he licked her out.
“I want you, Gash.”
“You’ve got me.”
“No, I want this to be good for you, too.” She pushed him away, going to her knees, and cupping his cheek. Her brown eyes were filled with heat. Just staring at her was turning him on. “There hasn’t been anyone else for me.” She slid her hand down his body to cup his cock.
“Baby, I can’t say the same.” He hated saying those words.
“I know you’ve fucked other women.”
He covered her hand that was around his cock with his own. “There won’t be any other women now, Char.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I’m not a cheater.” He’d witnessed the hell that Hardy had put himself and Rose through. He wasn’t about to make the same mistake. “No more women, that’s a promise.”
He’d remain faithful for the rest of his life.
She slid her hand over his cock, and Gash couldn’t help but love the fact no other man knew how damn perfect she was. No other man had known how big her tits were, or how tight her cunt was. Only him.
Gash had never considered himself a possessive man before, but with Charlotte in his arms, in his life, he could get used to the feeling. Sliding his fingers up the inside of her thigh, he teased her sweet pussy, pressing a finger inside her heat as he claimed her lips. Charlotte teased his cock, moving her hand up and down his length, arousing him further.
He could get used to this.
****
Whizz was printing some of the last pieces of information for Gash and Charlotte when the doorbell rang. He frowned, glancing over at Lacey who was reading her book. Quickly grabbing his cell phone, he saw that Lash had left him a message about thirty minutes ago that he was going to be around.
“It’s Lash,” Whizz said. “I’ll go and answer it.”
Leaving the nerd room, which was a name that had certainly stuck, he opened the front door.
“What are you doing here?” Whizz asked, moving out of the way. The rain was coming in thick and fast. Lacey came out of the nerd room, and moved toward the supply closet where they kept spare towels in case of a downpour.
“I’ve come to ask you and Lacey something.”
“Come on into my office,” Whizz said, taking a seat at the computer. He closed the screens so he wasn’t distracted with work to answer Lash’s questions.
“What’s going on, Lash?” Lacey asked. “Do you want a sandwich or anything?”
“God no,” Lash said, holding his hand up.
“My cooking is not that bad!”
“No, it’s worse.”
Whizz chuckled, and Lacey did the same. They couldn’t argue. Lacey’s cooking was the worst.
“What brings you here?” Whizz moved to sit beside his wife, tugging her against his side. Lacey snuggled in close, and he stroked her arm. With Lacey in his arms, he felt he could take on the entire world, and win. Nothing could stop him providing he had her with him.
“Daisy.”
“The little girl? Tabitha’s friend?” Lacey asked.
“Yes.”
“What about her?” Whizz asked.
“Angel wants us to adopt her, but the biggest problem at the moment is she’s having a hard time with this pregnancy. She can’t handle another child. Anthony, he’s helping out where he can—”
“Wait? Is this Daisy with the addicts as parents?” Lacey asked, arms folded.
“Yeah. I had spoken to my lawyer about them before, and he looked into it. It seems Daisy’s parents have always passed social services inspections. Their trailer, even though it’s small, is still livable and safe to have a kid. The only thing my lawyer said I could do was to give them a talking to.”
“Are you fucking shitting me right now?” Whizz asked. “They’re addicts!”