Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
I watch stunned as Simone turns to Van, wraps her arms around his neck, and goes to her tiptoes to kiss him. He rocks backward and his eyes flare in surprise as her mouth plasters his.
Simone tilts her head, opens her mouth, and kisses him deeply, and the fucker doesn’t seem to be fighting her off. Granted, he’s not returning her embrace and his hands are closed into tight fists with my keys poking out, but fuck if he’s not letting her tongue into his mouth.
“What the fuck?” I yell as I stalk back toward them.
Simone releases her grip on Van and steps back, turning to look at me with hawkish eyes. My jaw locks hard and I don’t know whether to punch Van or not. I try to maintain my cool and give him a chance to explain himself to me, but all he does is lean down to get into Simone’s face and snarl, “That was not fucking cool.”
He slams my keys down on the bar and pushes past Simone, storming out of the bar. I watch his retreating back for a moment, completely confused as to what’s going on.
Turning back to my sister, I grit out, “Do you want to explain what the hell that was?”
She merely shrugs and looks at me with an innocent smile. “Looks like you’re going to have to stick with me now that Van’s gone. But I’ll drive you home since you’re drunk.”
My eyes narrow at her. “That was just a show you put on to get me to keep my dick away from that woman?”
“Did it work?” she asks hopefully.
“Fuck no, it didn’t,” I growl at her. “You can take my car. I’ll find my own way home.”
Once again I turn toward the blonde and Simone begs me, “Please don’t do that, Lucas. You’ll regret it.”
Fuck yeah, I’ll regret it. But it’s not going to dissuade me, because things can’t get any more fucked up.
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Avery is a giggling, stumbling mass of blond hair and boobs as we lurch our way up the porch steps to her house. She’s been teasing me all night while we played pool together, making sure I could see how short her dress was when she bent over or how close her tits were to falling out by bending over slightly when she laughed. She’s a little annoying because her giggle is high pitched, and I’ve never really liked women who giggle, but hey, she’s got amazing lips and I know she could do some serious damage to me with them.
As she fumbles trying to get her key into the door knob, I step up behind her and place my hands on her waist. I move in close to her and put my face into her hair, pressing my hips into her ass. She giggles again, tossing her head, and I get a mouthful of hair-sprayed hair.
Pulling away, I swallow the bitter taste and leave her alone so she can open the door and we can get into the fucking house. I’m horny as hell, have a condom burning a hole in my wallet, and I need a release because I don’t think I’ve ever been as tense or stressed in my life. Even the voluminous amount of Jack Daniel’s I had tonight does nothing to relax me, and I figure if I can get her mouth on my dick, at least I’ll feel a little better.
The door opens, and with her weight against it, she stumbles into her house, giggling the entire time. Avery drops her purse and keys to the floor, turns to me, and before I can even walk in, she’s pulling the top of her dress down to expose her huge, glorious breasts that are obviously fake but totally fuckable.
My dick starts to get hard as I focus on her, watching as she shimmies out of her dress. I enter the house, and by the time I’m closing the door, she’s standing in nothing but a pair of panties and high heels.
She’s got a slamming body with a tiny waist and flat abdomen.
An image bursts into my head: Stephanie naked in bed with me kissing her stomach, wishing like hell she’d develop that fucking baby bump. I wonder if she has it by now, and a dull ache starts throbbing in my head.
“Let’s get you out of these clothes,” Avery says with her words slightly slurred. Her hands go to my belt and she fumbles with it. “I want your crotch monster in my mouth.”
Fuck…Stephanie gave the most amazing blow jobs, and she would have never called my dick something so ridiculous.
I shake my head, banishing those thoughts. Stephanie doesn’t belong in this room with me right now. I make myself concentrate, bring my hands to Avery’s breasts. They’re fucking huge, and even my big palms can barely contain them. I squeeze and they bounce back like a beach ball.