Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 25457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
I didn’t stop to think, just acted. Seeing her there in her too tight mini and the mid-riff baring top made me see red.
Her hair was going every which way, as she moved to the music, and if she raised her arms any higher those D cups of hers were gonna be giving a show.
“Let’s go stripper girl.”
“Hey, hands off asshole. Oh it’s you, the Uber asshole. What do you want?” She wasn’t too drunk to give me shit.
“You coming?” I looked over my shoulder at her friend who was grinning at me for some fucked up reason.
“I’ve got a ride thanks, just make sure our girl gets home okay.” She went back to dancing while I dragged the other one kicking and screaming off the dance floor.
I caught sight of Brady and a few of the other guys at a corner table. They raised their beers and I gave them a nod before heading out with her in my arms.
“Fuck, I should’ve brought the truck.” I stopped next to the bike.
“I don’t want to go anywhere with you, I’m going back inside, the party was just getting started.”
“No you’ve had enough fun for one night.”
“You’re not my dad, I don’t have to answer to you.”
“You’ve got that shit right, now get on the fucking bike and hold on.” I had to literally wrestle her onto the bike and then wrap her arms around my middle.
She sat back there stiff as a board for all of five minutes, before the night air, or the booze knocked the wind out of her sails and she relaxed against me. Big fucking mistake.
Her breasts were mashed into my back, and I could swear she was caressing my abs. My dick, of course, went on the rise.
He knew pussy was close by, especially pussy he’d been sniffing around for the better part of three months before she went sour. I gritted my teeth and tried to ignore it as I concentrated on not wrecking.
When we got home I had a dilemma, she didn’t have her purse, which meant we’d left it there. Shit!
I thought fast and called Brady from my cell and had him ask the friend to pick it up for her.
That wasn’t the only problem though, she didn’t have keys and there was no way to get in her house. Fuck, I’m gonna have to take her to my place. Big fucking mistake.
“Come on, you can take the spare room.”
“Wait what? I don’t want to go in there, you might have cooties.”
“You’re a real pain in the ass you know that? Fine, stay out here, I hope you get eaten by feral cats.”
I started to walk towards my place pissed the fuck off. I was in no mood for her shit, and I was not pleased that my dick was being such an asshole. Why the fuck did he still want her? She’d proven to be nothing but annoying.
“You asshole, you’d really leave me out here in the dark?”
Now why the fuck did it sound like she was crying? Heaven spare me from drunks.
“Listen you, you just said you didn’t want to come in here, I have a job to get to in the morning. We can’t all loll around on daddy’s dime.”
I know that hurt her feelings. We’d had conversations about that in the beginning. Her dad didn’t want her taking a job that he deemed beneath her, and since the market was so shitty these days, she was finding it hard to find anything to please the old fuck.
He was perfectly happy to bankroll her, not to mention apparently there was a trust fund from grandpa. But she’d explained that she’d had problems with people thinking she was a spoilt brat all her life and she hated it. She wanted to prove something to the world I guess.
I thought for sure she was gonna turn on the waterworks then and I started walking towards her to apologize.
That’s before I heard the unholy noise that sounded like something straight out of hell, just before I was hit, by a hundred-pound female on the run
We both ended up on the lawn with her on top of me. “What the fuck are you doing, are you crazy?”
“You take that back you jerk.” She was spitting mad and cute as hell. I just looked up at her amazed at her spunk.
I had her by a good foot and a half and at least seventy-five pounds. She was breathing fire and trying to choke me.
“Quit it Angelica.” She wasn’t having it; she tried pounding my head into the grass.
“Enough a this shit.” I turned us over so that I could get the upper hand. Big fucking mistake.
She wrapped her legs around me, not in any kinda sexual move. I think she was trying to put me in some kinda hold so she could roll us over.
It didn’t work out that way though. For one, her skirt rolled up and my boy was just where he wanted to be.
Smack dab in the middle of her pussy. If that wasn’t bad enough, I made the mistake of looking down at her chest. Big fucking mistake.
I wasn’t thinking straight, that’s my only excuse. That, and three months of pent up frustration.
I lifted her top the two inches needed to expose her magnificent tits and dove in.
Her flesh was supple and smelt like honeysuckle or some shit. I wasn’t interested.
I pushed her bra roughly out of the way and latched onto her nipple like a newborn at his first feeding. Meanwhile I was grinding my cock into her for all it was worth.
I would like to say at this point, I’d taken leave of my senses, I know better. We were on the little patch of grass between her house and mine.
There was one outside light on on the other side, that was casting a slight glow; but other than that, the only light were the stars.
The neighborhood was asleep because most of our neighbors were elderly, or working types that had to get up in the morning. Still, we were out in the open and I knew we were in trouble.