Enslaved By Him: My Bareback Master Series (Book 1) (An Erotic Romance) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Kimberly D. Carter
certain.
I know that if I invite Jake over to my house again, for anything , we will end up doing it at a certain point.
And by it , I mean the S.E.X.
Fuck!
But I want him over so, so bad.
Even if nothing happens...just his touch, his lips...aaaaah!
It’s all I’ve been thinking about for the past two days since I last had his penis in my mouth. He hasn’t texted me or even facebooked me since that time.
Part of me is worried that the reason may be because he didn’t have a good time and that part of me wants him back over and inside my room so that I can prove to him that I can satisfy his desires. That I can play the role of his slave real good, even if it’s only for a couple hours.
The other part of me explicitly says: “Don't you dare do it! Biggest mistake of your life!”
I spend the entire day in my room conflicted, my hands grabbing my cell phone every two seconds to check whether he sent me a text message that I somehow didn’t hear coming in. Nope.
Nada. Zilch.
Should I text him? Tell him to come over? Should I just forget the whole thing? Pretend it never happened?
I don’t know what the fuck to do.
***
“just tell him you want to get high,” the text message from Candy reads after I ask for her help on my quandary. She is of the opinion that I should get Jake over to my room asap and make out with him all night.
And when I ask her how the heck I’m supposed to do that exactly, she comes up with the marijuana story.
It’s now been three days since the incident.
Yes, I’m calling it an incident because I want to forget about it and I can’t. If only I could convince my mind to do so.
It seems the taste of some Jake cum has made that task next to impossible.
My phone dings.
Twice.
Must be an extra long text from Candy, I think, as I pick it up. My phone service has a very bad habit of chopping up long text messages into many pieces.
Looking at the screen, I see that I do in fact have two text messages.
One is from Candy.
And the other one is from Jake.
Jake!
I think I nearly hit my head on the ceiling from jumping up and down on the bed. It’s a good thing my parents aren't home, otherwise they'd be rushing into my room right about now. I ignore the text message from Candy.
Jake’s message says: “hey, u free tonight?”
Free? Are You freaking kidding me? I can’t even think of anything else but you! And you’re asking me if I’m Free?!?
I type back: “yep. just watchin tv” .
I haven’t turned the TV in my room on the whole day.
I sit back and wait.
One minute passes.
Two minutes.
I’m going crazy.
Wtf is taking him so long to respond?
Finally after three minutes, my cell phone dings and I jump on it, almost throwing myself off the bed in the process. The text message from Candy is still unread but I do have a new message from Jake.
I ignore Candy’s text and open Jake’s: “I’m comin’ over...that cool?”
I know both my mom and dad won’t be home till late since they both travelled out of town to the neighbouring county, Orange county, to visit with my aunt and with traffic the way it is, they’ll be lucky if they get home before one in the morning.
I text Jake back: “cool.”
I lie back on the bed and close my eyes with one thought now blazing a hot, fiery trail inside my head: I might have told Jake that it was cool to come over to my house tonight but I know better. Should know better. It’s definitely not cool.
Too late now, Stacey.
***
Jake takes a hit of the marijuana joint and then takes my face in his hands and kisses me. His soft lips on mine feel like the end of the world. His strong fingers on the side of my face make me feel like a princess about ready to take the big leap.
The smoke flows from inside his mouth deep into mine and instead of choking and gagging like I did the last time, this time around I’m able to inhale the smoke.
Maybe it’s the kissing thing.
Maybe it’s his lips which have softened
I know that if I invite Jake over to my house again, for anything , we will end up doing it at a certain point.
And by it , I mean the S.E.X.
Fuck!
But I want him over so, so bad.
Even if nothing happens...just his touch, his lips...aaaaah!
It’s all I’ve been thinking about for the past two days since I last had his penis in my mouth. He hasn’t texted me or even facebooked me since that time.
Part of me is worried that the reason may be because he didn’t have a good time and that part of me wants him back over and inside my room so that I can prove to him that I can satisfy his desires. That I can play the role of his slave real good, even if it’s only for a couple hours.
The other part of me explicitly says: “Don't you dare do it! Biggest mistake of your life!”
I spend the entire day in my room conflicted, my hands grabbing my cell phone every two seconds to check whether he sent me a text message that I somehow didn’t hear coming in. Nope.
Nada. Zilch.
Should I text him? Tell him to come over? Should I just forget the whole thing? Pretend it never happened?
I don’t know what the fuck to do.
***
“just tell him you want to get high,” the text message from Candy reads after I ask for her help on my quandary. She is of the opinion that I should get Jake over to my room asap and make out with him all night.
And when I ask her how the heck I’m supposed to do that exactly, she comes up with the marijuana story.
It’s now been three days since the incident.
Yes, I’m calling it an incident because I want to forget about it and I can’t. If only I could convince my mind to do so.
It seems the taste of some Jake cum has made that task next to impossible.
My phone dings.
Twice.
Must be an extra long text from Candy, I think, as I pick it up. My phone service has a very bad habit of chopping up long text messages into many pieces.
Looking at the screen, I see that I do in fact have two text messages.
One is from Candy.
And the other one is from Jake.
Jake!
I think I nearly hit my head on the ceiling from jumping up and down on the bed. It’s a good thing my parents aren't home, otherwise they'd be rushing into my room right about now. I ignore the text message from Candy.
Jake’s message says: “hey, u free tonight?”
Free? Are You freaking kidding me? I can’t even think of anything else but you! And you’re asking me if I’m Free?!?
I type back: “yep. just watchin tv” .
I haven’t turned the TV in my room on the whole day.
I sit back and wait.
One minute passes.
Two minutes.
I’m going crazy.
Wtf is taking him so long to respond?
Finally after three minutes, my cell phone dings and I jump on it, almost throwing myself off the bed in the process. The text message from Candy is still unread but I do have a new message from Jake.
I ignore Candy’s text and open Jake’s: “I’m comin’ over...that cool?”
I know both my mom and dad won’t be home till late since they both travelled out of town to the neighbouring county, Orange county, to visit with my aunt and with traffic the way it is, they’ll be lucky if they get home before one in the morning.
I text Jake back: “cool.”
I lie back on the bed and close my eyes with one thought now blazing a hot, fiery trail inside my head: I might have told Jake that it was cool to come over to my house tonight but I know better. Should know better. It’s definitely not cool.
Too late now, Stacey.
***
Jake takes a hit of the marijuana joint and then takes my face in his hands and kisses me. His soft lips on mine feel like the end of the world. His strong fingers on the side of my face make me feel like a princess about ready to take the big leap.
The smoke flows from inside his mouth deep into mine and instead of choking and gagging like I did the last time, this time around I’m able to inhale the smoke.
Maybe it’s the kissing thing.
Maybe it’s his lips which have softened
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