Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
“No, but that’s because I’m not in Houston, Mama. I’m in West Virginia.”
“What the hell are you doing in West Virginia?”
“I got married,” I begin. When she doesn’t say anything, I continue. “He’s a nice man, the nicest Mama. I finally feel it.”
“Feel what?”
“The Jorgensen Magic.”
“Oh baby. It’s always been there. You just had to meet the right man. Nothing else matters but him.”
“I know that now. I love him. Like really love him.”
“That’s great Florence. Your daddy and I will come out to meet him real soon.”
“I also wanted to tell you I’m sorry.”
“For what? “
“For not recognizing how much you loved me. I love you, Mama.”
“How could anyone not love you? Loving you was the easiest thing I’ve ever done. The moment I saw you, even before you were mine, I loved you. I told your Daddy that too. The day I had Arvin was the best day of my life and not just because of him. I got you too.”
“I love you,” I say.
“I love you too,” she says.
“I'll call soon, okay?”
“You better and Florence?”
“Yeah, Mama?”
“I’m so happy for you.”
“Thank you.”
I hang up the phone, feeling lighter than I have in years. I finish my day and go home with my husband, exactly where I belong.
Chapter Eight
Fletcher
One Week Later
My eyes pop open the second I feel her warm, wet mouth wrap around my cock for the first time.
“Fuck, Red. You don’t have to do that,” I groan, while wishing she’d never stop. She pulls her mouth off of me and looks up at me.
“I want to, Fletch. I want you to come too.”
“I do come, every single time you do,” I assure her, but it’s no use. Her mouth is already back on me. I do the only thing I can do. I gather her hair up in my hands and hold it out of her way. It had the added bonus of letting me see her as she takes me down her throat.
It doesn’t take very long. I tried to warn her but she just sucked me harder. She swallows it all down, not spilling a drop. When she pops off of my cock, she wipes the corners of her swollen lips up with the tip of her tongue. Nothing has ever felt so good.
Fuck. My heart is still racing from the way she fucking swallowed my shit. Here I am the most experienced one, nineteen years older than her and I am the one dazed and confused while she is flitting around like I didn’t just lick her pussy and ass from here to kingdom come. “Babe, I am going downstairs to help your mom make pancakes.” She leans over and kisses my mouth and my hand instantly goes to the back of her head. I hold her against my lips, my cock hardening once again, jumping and ready for his woman. “Fletcher, stop it.” She bats her eyelashes at me and pulls back. I watch her rapt with desire as her ass sways away from me in tight ass leggings.
With my hands behind my head, I think about how much she has blossomed since my parents have been here. My father has become a little protector deeming her too sweet for this world. I wholeheartedly agree. But it is my mom who has brightened her up. From the moment they got here my mother has embraced her and made her her daughter,
They have been baking together, talking, going to yoga and my mother was even able to convince her to go shopping. I was so damn happy about the shopping part. I have been trying to get her to spend my money since she has been here, but she refused. When my mom suggested it, I gave her a kiss and told her to make sure she gets what she needs.
Hearing laughter downstairs, I put on my sweats and a shirt and make my way down. “Good morning son.” My father says sitting at the table with a newspaper.
“Dad.” I watch my mom and wife at the stove cooking away and I can't help but smile and give thanks for bringing this angel into my life.
“She is one of the good ones, son.” My mom kisses my cheek and I am surprised I didn't notice her walking toward me then again, my attention was on Red.
“I sense she has had a rough time.” My mom has always been intuitive.
“Yes. She is still trying to recover from it.”
“I figured as much. Here is a number to a therapist in Charleston. She is the daughter of one of my brunch friends. Give her a call.” I will be doing this as soon as possible. Mom walks back over to the stove and my woman turns and smiles at me, her eyes so bright and full of life.