Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 88080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
But not only is that crossing a line I can’t cross right now, it’d also make things ten times more difficult for us. So, rather than giving in, we continue dry fucking.
“Mmm,” she whimpers. “Mmm.”
She’s about to orgasm and the sounds coming from her are so fucking beautiful. I rotate and thrust, teasing her while bringing myself right to the edge with her. Her body shatters above me and she cries out with her climax. Unable to resist feeling her, I reach between us, tugging her panties aside. My dick slides along her pussy lips, never entering her. The slick, smooth feel of her is enough to send me hurtling over the edge of sanity with a growl. Cum jets out of my dick, soaking my stomach. My cock throbs as she slowly rubs her naked pussy against me. The cum around the tip of my cock gets dragged all the way to my balls as she makes a mess of smearing my release all over me with just her pussy.
Fuck.
I’ll never go soft at this rate.
“Careful, Little Hoodlum. My cum wants inside your little body. Keep rubbing your pussy all in it and you’re going to get yourself pregnant. We’ll call you Virgin Roux, but instead of carrying the son of God, you’ll carry the devil’s boy.”
She laughs and it’s a heavenly sound. “Weirdo.”
As she crawls off my body, I drink in her state of disarray. Her dark hair is messy, her lips are swollen and red, and her nearly naked body is a fucking sight to behold. She disappears to the bathroom and returns with a wet cloth. After she strips out of her panties, showing me that perfect cunt of hers, she cleans herself up.
“I’ll clean you up,” she murmurs, coming to stand beside the bed where I’m sprawled out.
In a painfully torturous way, she cleans the cum and her arousal off my dick and then the mess on my stomach too. When she walks away to go to her dresser, I stare at her cute ass. My dick leaps to attention, desperate for more. I yank up my sweats so I don’t do something stupid like fuck her against her dresser. As soon as she has on some panties, yoga pants, and a T-shirt, she crawls into bed to lie down beside me.
For the longest time, I stroke her hair, savoring this moment because I know it’ll end soon. So fucking soon.
Finally, she sits up on her elbow and regards me with determination in her eyes that reminds me of Roan.
“Jordy,” she says. “There’s something I have to do.”
I swallow, hating how much I dread hearing these words. To prolong them for a moment longer, I kiss her deeply, savoring her sweet taste. Eventually, I break from our kiss and let out a heavy, resigned sigh. “What is that, Little Hoodlum?”
“I’m sorry,” she breathes, her bottom lip wobbling, “but I have to get back with Kayden.”
I close my eyes that burn with those words that stumbled out of her mouth. “That so?”
“Yes, but…”
I love you.
She doesn’t have to say the words because I feel them.
“I know, Roux. I know.”
I give her one last peck on the lips and then I untangle myself from her. I can’t look at her as I snatch my shirt up and throw it on. Her sobs are killing me, but I can’t stop them. Not now. Not yet.
“Jordy,” she cries out when I reach the door.
I close my eyes again as I clutch the knob. “Yeah?”
“Goodbye.”
“Later, Little Hoodlum.”
I walk out her door and don’t look back.
Roux
March
Time passes in a blur these days. Not fast enough, that’s for sure. I love the days when I can hole up in my room, reading and letting time pass quicker than usual. At least in my room, I’m not forced to be someone I’m not. I can be me.
The door to the apartment closes and I perk up, wondering if it’s Jordy. Being in the same apartment with him is difficult. I crave to crawl back into his arms and beg for him to take me far, far away. With each passing day, I grow weaker and weaker. He’d do it. Jordy would do anything for me, which is exactly why I need to remain strong.
It’s times like this, though, that I wish I had a friend. Charlotte is nothing to me now. I’ve given up trying to be friends with her. She’s so far removed from the girl she once was, even going as far as getting kicked off the cheerleading squad. There’s nothing I can do about it, though. Garrett and Kelsey have been forcing her to go to counseling and forbidden her to see Ryan, but nothing’s changed. Ryan has his claws in her and he’s not letting go.
My phone buzzes and for a brief moment, I worry Wes has gotten a new number. After the day Kayden pulled a gun on him, Wes backed off. He texted me a few times after, begging to see me, but when I blocked him again, he never tried to make contact again. I’m stupid for thinking it, but in times like this, I even miss his friendship.