Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 99766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 499(@200wpm)___ 399(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 499(@200wpm)___ 399(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
She smirks before wrapping her hand around my girth. I let out a strangled groan when her plump pink lips slide down around the head of my cock. Her curious tongue teases the underside of my dick. Penny might be inexperienced, but everything she does in life far exceeds those around her. She’s a star in every aspect of her life.
“I love you,” I blurt out. “Fuck, Penny, you own me.”
Deviance shines in her blue eyes as she continues to eat my dick like it’s her damn job. I want to come down her tight little throat, but I also want her riding my dick. There will never be enough ways to have this girl. Each time feels like a gift.
“Get on my dick, baby, so I can come inside you. You know I love watching my cum drip out of you later.”
She playfully bites my dick and then sits up. Her tits jiggle as she shimmies up to straddle me. I hold my breath as she guides my dick inside her heat. We both groan in pleasure when she sits all the way down, burying my dick inside her to the hilt.
“Fuck, Penny,” I growl. “You undo me.”
She works her hips, a loving smile on her face. “And you fix me. What a pair we make.”
I grip her throat, dragging her to my mouth. She tastes like salty perfection.
I’m dragged from the memory when Cal curses.
“Holy fucking shit,” he grinds out. “Holy shit.”
From over the tops of the trees, thick black smoke billows. In between the trees, I can see bright orange flames.
My heart stops beating in my chest.
I need them to be okay.
Fuck, I need them to be okay.
Penny
I wrench at my bindings, screaming at Jack. He remains too still as he watches the flames lick around him on the floor.
“Get her out of here you monster!” I bellow. “Go!”
All too slowly, he turns to head for the bathroom. He pulls a sobbing Zella into his arms. My heart breaks into a thousand pieces as I realize this is the last time I’ll ever see her. I failed. I was supposed to be her knight and I couldn’t save the little princess.
“I love you, princess,” I choke out. “Daddy will find you. Don’t worry.”
“Penny!” she screams, reaching for me. “Penny!”
He drags her over to the door and opens it. I can hear sirens nearby.
“Fuck,” he snarls, darting off toward the right where the forest is rather than the parking lot.
I don’t waste any time tugging and pulling at my bindings. The skin feels as though it’s being torn off, but I manage to slide one hand free of the rope. I cry out in relief as I quickly yank the other one free. The flames burn bright, blocking my path. I yank the covers off the bed and use them to shield me as I run through them. Flames singe my hair. All I can think about is catching up to Jack. I run toward the woods where I can hear Zella’s screams.
As fast as my legs will go, I sprint through the forest, ignoring the slaps of branches. I may not be as strong as Jack, but I’m younger and fitter.
I have to save her.
I have to.
Terrence is probably still at home, clueless that we’re in trouble. My heart aches for him. He’ll be devastated if something happens to Zella. I can’t bear to imagine what his life would be like if he lost us both. It’s not fair. Terrence is a good man who loves with his whole heart. Yet, life keeps throwing him the short end of the stick.
He deserves everything.
Not Jack terrorizing the ones he loves.
If I can get her away from Jack, I can save her. I just need to get to them. For a moment, I don’t hear her screams. Panic surges up through me, making me dizzy and sick to my stomach.
Focus.
I need to focus.
All I hear are the wails of the sirens that seem so loud.
Wailing and wailing.
Wailing and wailing.
It’s maddening. The more I try to listen for Jack and Zella, the louder the sirens seem to get. Defeat overwhelms me as tears threaten.
I can’t do this.
I won’t reach her.
She’s going to get stolen away forever because of me or worse yet he’ll kill her. I can’t let him do that.
Focus, Penny.
Ignore the sirens.
Listen.
I’ve been practicing lately with drowning out sounds that bother me. There were many therapies to try, but the one that helps me is singing a nursery rhyme Mom used to sing to us when we were babies and now sings to Hope.
It’s a soothing song.
Hush, little baby, don’t say a word.
I manage to get through a few lines of the song before I hear her. A sharp cry. Changing from my original direction, I head toward the rushing sounds of Hood River. More branches slap at me, one snagging my arm and tearing the flesh, but I’m not deterred.