Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Is he sweating? Thank God it’s dark. “Everything okay?” I say, still using the sexy voice.
“You’re so pretty.” He drops to his knees, and again, it shouldn’t bug me, because I’m grateful and all, but can’t he say beautiful? Stunning? Pretty might as well be cute.
“Oh God.” Then I bite my lip because that was not my sexy voice. That was a real, Oh God, because his hands, which are touching me, trying to pull my tiny G-string down, are definitely moist. I arch up to help him, but of course the string gets caught on one boot.
“Stop.” I take a breath and sit up, then gentle my voice. Even in the dark I can see the panic on his face. “Let me help.” I almost take my boots off, but with this tiny slip of fabric, it’s so easy to kick them off and toss them in the corner. I do that and lie back again.
Slowly, he inches forward. Looking up at the ceiling, I wonder if now is the time to close my eyes and think about him. His dark head with thick hair would make me want to run my hands through it. I arch a little since I can feel his breath on my clit, and for the first time I really do moan. And then my eyes pop open.
What the fuck is he doing? Or better yet, what is he not doing? He’s literally slobbering on my crotch and avoiding the most important spot.
Do I tell him to suck on my clit? What do I do?
“Does that feel good? Do you like it?” He looks up at me, a big smile on his face, like he just received an award at doing a job well done.
Wait, does he think I’m done? I swallow, then moan again and arch like a cat. This time I really do wrap my hands in his hair and shove his face back down. He gasps but tries again. It’s wet, from him, sloppy, and all around bad.
I can’t. I have to tell him. I go to open my mouth, but a voice stops me. My body freezes because, no!
Not him.
He can’t possibly have seen this.
“I don’t know who the fuck you are, but get your pathetic face out of Raven’s cunt.”
JETT
I shut the door to my Tesla and look out at the BMW parked in my front driveway.
“Who the fuck is this?” Pulling my phone from my suit pocket, I check my messages. I’ve just finished having dinner with a few friends. They wanted to continue, but after last night, and the fact that Raven is home alone, I decided to pass.
I scroll through the two from Emily wanting to know if she should stop by. I saw those at the restaurant. I’m looking for one from my assistant Larry. He basically runs my personal schedules and keeps an eye on the house. And here it is:
Larry: The daughter’s boyfriend is here.
The fuck? How am I just seeing this text? I look up at my house. No lights are on. Maybe they left, although his car is here.
Christ, if I have to deal with some punk wandering around my house freeloading off Raven… I turn my handle and the door opens.
Perfect, I’m gonna kill Larry. What’s he thinking leaving the door unlocked? It doesn’t matter that I have cameras and massive security; this is a fuckup, and he’d better have a good explanation.
“Does that feel good? Do you like it?” I stop as I set my phone and key fob down, adrenaline shooting through me so fast the hairs on the back of my neck prickle. I walk straight through the kitchen and stop.
There she is.
My fucking Lolita.
Naked, on my couch, legs spread open with some skinny fuck’s head between her legs. For a moment, I feel as though I’m in a tunnel, and all I see are her full tits and his head, trying to eat what is clearly not his.
I take a breath, deciding whether to rip his head off her by force, or with my words. I choose words. The last thing I need is a scandal.
“I don’t know who the fuck you are, but get your pathetic face out of Raven’s cunt.”
Raven bolts up, and the boyfriend stumbles to his feet.
“I… Oh God. I… was just—”
I take off my jacket, tossing it on the chair as I command, “Lights on.” The room floods with light as I unbutton my bottom sleeve, and Raven tries to cover her full tits.
“Jett… I mean, Mr. Powers.” Her eyes are giant balls of deep blue; her lips are red yet not swollen from having a cock in her mouth.
“If you want to live”—my eyes lock with hers as I spit out orders to her pale-faced boyfriend—“I’d get the fuck out of here.”