Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
My little bike shop was my dream since high school and what with marriage and kids it was finally getting to where I wanted it to be. The same woman who’d been all over my shit when we met was suddenly finding fault with every damn thing about me, that’s why I didn’t fight her except for my kids.
That shit pissed her off as well. The fact that the only question I had once I was served was, what about my kids. She’d expected me to fight for her, it was obvious. And even now, now that she suspects I’m fucking the babysitter she wants to get into her feelings.
I’ll never go back there and she knows it, so if a divorce isn’t what she was really after, then she shouldn’t have fucked around with a fucker like me.
I laid in bed with my hands clasped beneath my head and listened to the water running. Usually I’d join her, but since she had a class in the next hour I’ma leave her pussy alone until later…Nah!
I rolled out of bed and followed her into the bathroom. She threw a grin over her shoulder when I slid the door back and stepped in. I barely gave her enough time to wash the shampoo from her hair before I had her bent over with her hands against the wall. My dick was still hard and hungry so I just slid him right in.
Wrapping my arms around her middle, I leaned into her and started to fuck. Nice slow, deep strokes that had my dick kissing the mouth of her womb.
She groaned, one of those pussy-hurt sounds that I love. I’m a sick, twisted fuck. I love boning her to the point of pain. Love sending her off to school with a pussy full of cum that leaks into her panties all day, and that sweet pain that reminds her that I was there.
“Rich…Aw damn that feels so good baby.” She gripped the hands I had wrapped around her and pushed back on my cock until her plump ass hit my stomach.
“I’m going to womb fuck you baby, you think you can take it this time?” Her pussy started juicing before the words cleared my mouth.
“Uh-huh!” She braced herself against the wall and held still, already moaning before my cock got to work. I butted against her cervix with a few test strokes and just as she started to relax, fucked in hard until I pierced her womb.
She screamed bloody murder, stiffened up her body, and spoke some kinda fucked up language. I eased out when her legs began to shake, only to slam my cock back in deep again. Her legs gave out.
“Shh, shh, I’ve got you!” I really need to stop doing that shit to her but I can’t help it. Every once in a while I get the urge to fuck her as hard and as deep as it’s possible to fuck a human being.
By the way her pussy throbbed and leaked around my cock I’m thinking no harm no foul. I marked her neck again just in case the assholes on campus miss the other five or six I’d left during the night and soft fucked her to completion.
Of course I had to eat her sore pussy to give her some relief while she cried. “Sorry baby, I can’t help it.” She sniffed and passed me the soap to wash her back.
Richard
“Boss, the wife is outside.”
“Whose wife? I no longer have one of those remember?” I wiped the oil off my hands and headed towards the storefront. What the hell does she want now?
For someone who wanted a clean break she sure does find any excuse to invade my space. If not for my kids I wouldn’t give her the time of day. But I know the one time I ignore her is going to be the time that it involves my kids.
So for that reason I haven’t told her to fuck off as yet. I’m counting down the years in my head. Thirteen for Jason and fourteen for Alana. They’d be eighteen by then and able to choose where they want to be.
I know they’re both counting too poor things, but short of burying this one somewhere in a ditch, there’s no other way to give them what they want. The lawyer thinks it might not take that long, that if the kids still feel the same in a few years, if the situation don’t change, that maybe we can make another try with the courts; we’ll see.
She was standing in the middle of the store looking around at the custom made bikes with interest, something she’d never shown in the six years we were married.
“Melissa, is something wrong with my kids?”
“Oh no, nothing like that, I just wanted to talk to you about something.” From the blush on her cheeks I knew it was something that was no longer any of her concern. Two guesses what that is.