Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
One thing leads to another, and by the time we are done, I’m fucking her on my counter. Every single time I think it won’t get better, it does. She blows my mind. She asks for what she wants and takes it also. When we finally fall asleep, it’s with her draped all over me, and in the morning, I wake with my cock buried in her mouth.
“What time is everyone coming over?” she asks, sitting on the stool wearing a robe.
I look over at the clock. “In about ten minutes,” I say, and she freaks out.
“We had sex ten minutes ago,” she reminds me, and she really doesn’t have to since I’m still half hard. “They are going to know.”
“How?” I laugh, and she shakes her head and goes into the bedroom.
“It’s a glow,” she says over her shoulder, grabbing a pair of panties and getting dressed in front of me. I grab a pair of blue shorts and a white polo shirt.
She pulls the long dress over her head, and I look at her. How can one girl make a cotton dress look so sexy? It has short sleeves with white and black lines across her chest. Going tight until her waist and then flowing down with the black lines going downward. She slips on the brown sandals. I walk to her and take her in my arms. “No.” She pushes me away. “I already have the glow.”
I laugh when I hear Dylan. “Mom, Justin, I’m home.”
He comes in and hugs first Caroline and then me. “Go get changed,” I say, and I walk out of the room and see that my whole family is coming into the apartment. “Hey.”
“Hi,” my mother says, coming to me. “I hope it’s okay that we come to church with you guys.”
“Yeah,” I say and feel Caroline beside me. “Did you guys make plans for after church?”
“Yes,” my father says, coming and smiling at us. “We have a caterer already setting up at our rental.”
“Perfect,” I say, and it takes a full twenty minutes to get everyone in the car, and when we arrive, I look over at Caroline. “Do you think the church is ready for us?”
“There is no one ready for you guys,” she says, smiling and getting out of the car. Opening the back door, she waits for Dylan to get out. I stand by my car with my hand around Caroline and one on Dylan’s shoulder. The trucks come and I swear if you count it might even get to fifty.
Caroline looks down, and I feel her stiffen beside me. “What’s the matter?”
She looks around. “This isn’t the best area.” She blinks now, and what started as a great morning is quickly turning downhill.
“My family doesn’t care about that,” I say and lean down to kiss her.
“Let’s go,” Matthew says to Karrie, holding her hand and then the kids walk in front of them. Max and Allison are right behind them with Alex holding her father’s hand. Zara and Zoe walk together with Viktor, and Evan’s right behind them holding the kids. Vivienne is chatting with Mark and laughing.
My parents walk with us toward the church. The minute I take a step on the sidewalk, I hear Dylan’s name being called, and my neck suddenly burns.
“Dylan!” Andrew yells his name from the side of the church and waves his hand in the air, and I stop in my tracks because Caroline starts to shake beside me.
“Oh my God,” Caroline whispers. Andrew walks over to us, and you can tell he’s high as fuck. His jeans are hanging on his hips and have brown stains down the front of them. His once white shirt is two sizes too big, and looks yellow. His hair is stringy and so dirty it’s matted to his head. His eyes are so dilated they look almost black. His nails have dirt in them, and the sores on his arms are very apparent.
“Dylan,” he calls him, but Dylan doesn’t move from beside me. Everyone around us stops walking, and you can hear a pin drop. “What the fuck, Caroline?” he shouts when he gets close enough. “Are you trying to keep my son from me?” he hisses when he stands in front of her, and I notice that he’s wearing two different shoes, and one is three sizes bigger than the other.
I move myself in front of Caroline when I feel that he’s getting too close to her for my liking, and I suddenly feel Matthew at my side. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he spews to me. “Trying to keep me from my kid?”
“Caroline,” I say, my eyes never leaving his. “Go inside.”
I look to the side at her and see she has tears streaming down her cheeks, and my mother is now by her side along with Karrie. Allison, Zoe, Zara, and Vivienne are trying to usher the kids away from this scene.