Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Jumping out of my sleep, my heart starts to pound. I don’t know what woke me, but fear rushes through me as I turn to look at my bedroom door and see the hall is dark through the crack along the bottom. Closing my eyes, I do what I always do when this happens and play funny cartoons in my head, trying to get my heart to calm and get back to sleep.
Hearing a strange noise, my eyes spring open and my heart pounds hard once more. Getting out of bed quietly, I open my door and peek each way before tiptoeing as quickly and as silently as I can down the hall, through the living room, and toward my parents’ bedroom on the other side of the house, wondering if they heard the noise too.
When I reach the hall to their room, some of the fear in me leaves. Their light is on, and I can hear murmurings coming from inside, letting me know they are awake and I’m not alone. Taking a step toward their door, which is open an inch, I feel warm wetness soak the front of my pajama bottoms. When I look through the crack, my mom is standing over my dad with a knife in her hands, her arms and the front of her nightgown covered in blood. Covering my mouth with my hand, I stumble away from the door, fall on my bottom, and then roll over, taking off and crying out in fear when light floods the hall. I hear my mom yell something behind me.
Running to the kitchen, I grab the phone that sits on the counter and a knife from the butcher block. I go to my room, not hearing anything behind me as I scurry into the back of my closet and hide in the crawlspace where I used to play when I was little. Breathing heavily, I dial nine-one-one on the phone and wait only one ring for the operator to pick up.
“Nine-one-one, what’s your emergency?”
Clutching the knife to my chest, my voice chokes as I whisper, “My mom just killed my dad.”
Chapter 1
Sven
You’re a Lint-Licker
“Get on your knees,” I tell the blonde in front of me. One thing the women who want me to fuck them learn right away is that I don’t say anything twice. Watching her eyes flare, she drops to her knees and her hands go behind her back. Her thighs spread, showing off her bare pussy.
“Open your mouth,” I murmur, running my hand softly along her jaw in approval. When her head lifts and she looks up, I feed her my dick inch by inch until it hits the back of her throat. Hearing her gag, I pull back, only to surge forward again. “Lick it, just the tip,” I command, watching her tongue swirl around the crown then press into her mouth, letting my head fall back as she bobs up and down along my length until I feel that familiar rush in my spine.
“Stop,” I growl, pulling her to her feet, turning her to face my desk and bending her over the top. Hearing her moan I kick her feet apart and roll the condom on. My hands slide around her waist, one cupping her breasts and the other zeroing in on her clit, skimming over it as her hips tip back and I slide in. This is only about one thing; it’s only ever about one thing. Stroking in and out of her, I feel her walls begin to spasm as I plant myself to the hilt and drop forward, coming hard. I take a second to catch my breath, and I can still feel her shaking in my arms as I pull out and step back.
“You can go,” I tell her, pulling off the condom and tying it off before walking into the adjoining bathroom, tossing it in the toilet, and then washing my hands and dick.
“I can go?” she repeats, not moving away from my desk or adjusting her dress that is still up around her waist. Turning to look at her, I’m sure she’s someone’s daughter or sister; she may even be a nice girl, but she means nothing to me. Like all the other women that my security asks to come up here, they come without knowing anything about me except what the rumors are.
“Yes, you can go,” I tell her, tucking myself back in and adjusting my shirt before walking over to my desk and taking a seat.
“You’re a prick,” she mumbles, wiggling her dress back down over her ass and stomping in her heels across the carpet to her bag that she dropped on the couch when she came in.
“You got what you wanted,” I remind her as she angrily shoves her arm through the strap of her bag. I may be a dick, but I didn’t fill her head with false expectations before fucking her and telling her to get out. She knew what was going to happen before she walked her ass up the stairs to my office, or at least she had a good idea of what was going to occur, and I sure as hell didn’t force her to her knees to suck me off.