Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
“Thank you,” I say, and she looks at me in surprise. “I might not say that enough, but I think it calls for it.”
Before she can respond, I kiss her swollen lips and I taste my cum in her mouth. I like having it on her and knowing that she just sucked me off like a porn star. It makes me want to get her on her knees and do it all over again. But I remind myself there’s time for that later.
I open my door and carry her inside the house. The cook has already laid out dinner for us and I put her down in the kitchen.
“You should eat. You’re going to need it,” I say as I walk over to the fridge and grab us some water.
“You’re not making me exercise, are you?” she says with a note of panic on her voice.
“No, kitten, I’m going to fuck you into next week and you’re going to need your strength.”
Her eyes widen in surprise, but she doesn’t protest. She just sits down at the table as I walk over and join her. I’m tired of trying to control myself around her and maybe if I fuck her a few dozen times I can finally relax a little. I’m so worked up and on edge and every second I’m around her I want her more than the last. My frustration is growing and I know it’s because I haven’t cum inside her yet. That just barely legal cunt of hers is walking around with nothing in it and I’m ready to change that. But I’m going to try my best to control my urges until I get her in that bedroom. Or the next available flat surface.
“So, tell me about school,” I say, and you would think me telling her I’m going to fuck her was more of a shock, but again she’s got the round eyes of surprise when I ask her about her day.
I just can’t fucking win.
Chapter Eight
Nora
How can him asking me about school be the most shocking thing he’s said to me? Maybe it’s because no one ever asked how my day was. “It was long,” I admit, looking down at my food and suddenly feeling shy. He reaches out to cup my cheek, and I raise my head to look at him.
“Kitten. What’s wrong?” My eyes meet his.
“It’s silly.” I shake my head. He pulls me into his lap.
“It’s not silly. Tell me. I don’t want you keeping anything from me.” His face turns soft, showing me the man behind all that power. A softer side to him. There is still so much we don’t know about one another, but somehow he is the closest I’ve ever been to having someone in my life.
“I don’t want things between us either.” I admit. He gives me a smile, but I see a warning in his eyes. He won’t let me keep things from him. One way or anywhere he’ll get it from me.
“That’s real good, kitten, because there isn't going to be.” His words melt my insides. He’s not only won over my body but he’s stealing my heart easily.
“I was thinking that I can’t recall anyone ever asking me that.” His eyebrows draw together like he’s thinking.
“No one’s ever asked you how your day was?” he asks, shock clear in his tone. I try and think back on it, but nothing comes.
“Not that I can recall. Maybe someone who worked for my father in passing, but no. Not someone who actually wanted to know and wasn't asking only to be polite.” I give him a soft smile. “I don’t think you ask questions to just be polite.”
He throws his head back and laughs. It’s deep and rich and for the first time I don’t see a tightness to his body. That edge he always carries around isn’t so hard now. “No, I don’t ask questions to be polite, kitten.” He shakes his head, still smiling. “God, you’re refreshing. A breath of fresh air I didn't even know I needed.” He lets out a long breath and his body relaxes.
“That’s fucked up, but you know I’m not sure my parents ever asked me either. They left those things to nannies when I was younger. The only time my father showed interest was when he’d ask about school—if I was fucking up or when it was time for me to move on to a better school.”
“They mapped your whole life out?” I knew those kinds of parents. I’d seen a lot of them at my old school.
“Yeah, I’d gone along with it even though in my head I had other plans.” He lets out a humorless laugh. “But he’d gotten what he wanted in the end.” He gazes into my eyes. “There’s still time, though. I think I can still have what I had in mind. I’d thought I’d gotten off track but now I’m thinking I was only waiting.”