Heartless Read online Jordan Silver

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Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
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“I’m not going to hurt you anymore, I think you learned your lesson.” I took the soap and washcloth from her and rubbed them together before tossing the soap into the little built in soap holder.

“Open.” She opened her legs and put her hand on my shoulder for balance when I bent to wash her pussy. Her short ass. I washed her well enough to take my mouth and lost the cloth before kneeling down and putting her leg over my shoulder.

“Cum in my mouth.” I ate her sweet pussy until she humped my face and came, giving me what I asked for. “Hop up.” I helped her up with her legs around my hips, putting her pussy in the direct line of fire.

My cock homed in on his sweet spot and slid in nice and slow. “Are you going to be my good girl?” She nodded and I lowered my lips to hers, feeding her my tongue while I sawed my cock in her to the balls.

Her tight little pussy felt like hot silk around my meat, and nothing has ever grabbed my shit this nice in my life. “You want my cum? Huh?” She nodded against my shoulder again.

“Lift your head and look at me.” I waited for her to obey. “Tell me.” Her face went red as a berry and she bit her lip. Her shy ass! I slammed my cock into her and she found her voice.

“Yes I want your cum, please.” It wasn’t too long ago when she was afraid of my swimmers getting anywhere near her cunt. That was before she learned that I run this shit and they go where I put them. Now she fusses if I even think of cumming anywhere but deep inside her greedy cunt.

I braced her back against the wall and fucked into her until her body shook. I felt that shit on my cock and that’s all it took to have me spilling inside her again.

She’s the only one who’s ever been able to do that shit to me. Make me cum that quick, that often. I would’ve fucked her again but I had shit to do this evening.

“Get dressed, we’re going out.” I left her to dry off and headed into the bedroom to get dressed. My anger was slightly abated, but that shit was still on simmer. It was going to take a lot to get the taste out of my mouth.

Chapter 2

“Here? Why are we going here?”

“Are you questioning me?” She looked down at her folded hands in her lap and pouted. “No!”

“That’s what I thought.”

I climbed out of my customized Hummer and walked around to let her out. With her hand held firmly in mine I walked across the lot to the restaurant door.

We made a sight as we always do, me six-four and her half my damn size. It’s only here at home that it doesn’t look like I’m kiddie napping some kid the way I haul her around.

I opened the door and felt her hand shake lightly in mine. I know why she didn’t want to be here but she should’ve thought about that shit before she fucked up. I scanned the room for my prey before letting the hostess seat us.

“Dumb motherfucker.” Like the thought I didn’t see his scared ass running into the kitchen. Or more to the point like he thought I wouldn’t go in there after his ass.

I’d told myself I wasn’t going to do this. That I should maybe calm the hell down before we crossed paths, but that anger refuse to let me.

Maybe he wasn’t aware of who or what I am. Maybe he thought I was like him. Maybe I should teach him different. “Fix your face this isn’t a funeral; yet.”

“Tyler, please don’t. Nothing happened I promise.”

“Yeah, something happened. That asshole thought he had the right to approach you. Since I told you not to talk to him again I think it best if I be the one to tell him to stay the fuck away.”

“Now look at your menu.” Her head went down quick. Not because she thought I would hit her, she knows better, that’s not my style. But she absolutely hates for me to be mad at her, even though she tries to hide that shit.

“Did you have lunch?” She shook her head no making me sigh and give her a look. Damn girl is trying to disappear.

She barely eats and when she does it’s usually lettuce or some shit. Her hag of a mother had done that shit to her since her early teens.

“Have the steak, you need iron.”

“But I was going to get the chicken.”

“I’ll get the chicken and we’ll share how’s that? Give me your hand.”

She reached it across the table around the crap they had in the middle and I took it in mine, rubbing my thumb over her knuckles.


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