Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
My cock pulses as I unload a torrent of my thick, hot spunk inside of her. As I fill Cassie’s body, I pull my hand away and a long, loud cry erupts from her throat as she comes. Together, we shake and gasp as we ride the currents of our pleasure. I come so hard, my vision wavers and and has me on the verge of passing out. She’s got a smile stretched from ear to ear as she finally catches her breath, all the while continuing to shake, her orgasm so intense, she’s rendered speechless for several long minutes. It’s something I can relate to all too well right now.
I collapse and roll to the side of her to keep from crushing my sweet little thing. She snuggles up next to me, laying her head on my chest and together, we lie in silence for what seems like hours—incredibly blissful hours.
“Oh my God. That was the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt in my life,” she finally croaks. “I actually thought my orgasm might kill me.”
“That makes two of us,” I say with a shaky laugh.
“What a way to go.”
“Honestly, when it’s my time—many years from now—that’s exactly how I want to go.”
She kisses my chest. “I’ll do my best to accommodate.”
More insane than these feelings I have swirling around inside of me despite not having been together very long is the fact that Cassie can casually make a reference to our future together and have it seem totally natural. And totally right. It’s a thought that makes me smile.
“I think we’re going to need to keep practicing. Like, a lot,” I say. “You know, to work us up to that grand finale and all.”
She looks up at me, her eyes glittering in the dim light of the apartment. “I like the way you think, mister. I like it a lot.”
“So do I.”
10
CASSIE
“Goodnight, Georgie,” I call.
“You know, hiring you is the smartest thing that crusty old son of a bitch has ever done,” George the Navy man says. “You’re a hell of a lot easier on the eyes than him and that old battle ax Gloria who’s been here about a hundred years.”
“Hey,” Cash calls from behind the bar. “I’m plenty easy on the eyes, you salty old drunk. And I’m going to tell Gloria you said that.”
“No need to tell Gloria nothin’. She’s a hell of a lot meaner than you,” George calls back.
“That’s what I thought,” Cash says and grins.
I laugh. “Get home safe, Georgie.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow, gorgeous,” he says and tips me a wink.
Once he leaves, I pull the door closed and lock it up, turn off the neon “Open” sign, and close all the shutters. That done, I lean my back against the door and let out a long, satisfied but exhausted breath.
“And we are done for the night,” I say.
Lacuna Coil begins to play, bringing a smile to my face. “Hey, I have that on my playlist.”
“That’s because this is your playlist,” Cash says. “I connected your phone to the Bluetooth. You have some pretty good music.”
“Yes, I do.”
“You know, it’s been busier since you started working here. I probably should have hired you a long time ago. The guys like to see a pretty face. Some of the gals do too, I’d imagine.”
“Gloria—”
“Is not a pretty face,” Cash cuts me off. “But she does know how to handle a bunch of rowdy veterans.”
I laugh. “Gloria is lovely.”
“She is. But the guys are afraid of her—and for good reason.”
“You saying they aren’t afraid of me?”
“Not a bit.”
“That’s because they don’t know you’ve been training me how to fight.”
“That’s true too.”
I laugh and clear a few tables, setting the glasses and plates into the plastic tub on my hip. The guys who frequent the place are harmless. They’re nice guys, but they’re definitely perverts who seem to get hornier the more they drink, but they’re harmless. For the most part, I think they just like flirting with a younger girl. And I have to say, they tip pretty well. I’ve been making a pile of cash, so they can flirt with me all they want.
“How’d you do tonight?” Cash asks.
“Not sure yet. But I think it was a good night,” I reply as I pat the pocket on my apron.
“That’s good. You work hard and deserve it. If any of them ever try to stiff you, you just let me know and I’ll set them straight.”
“They’re good people. I don’t think they’d stiff me.”
“Probably not. But just in case they do, let me know. Or if they get too handsy with you. Or if they just say something you don’t like.”
“What are you going to do? Are you going to come riding to my rescue every time somebody looks at me funny?” I ask with a laugh.