Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 38978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
When they came back to get me, that's when I put my shit in motion; as the host introduced me to the crowd, the applause started when I walked out onto the stage holding my fiancé's hand, my grandmother's rock shooting out sparks of light from her finger, they brought the mother-fucker down. No one was left sitting, women were crying, men were giving the dog pound, and the host was smiling like he’d won the fucking lottery. Fuck yeah.
CHAPTER 38
Host: Jokingly..."So you pulled off a high coup."
Gage: Grinning from ear to ear..."I have no idea of what you speak."
I'm smiling like a motherfucker; my girl has a death grip on my hand. She's afraid of what he might ask. I'm not; I chose this particular venue because I trusted this guy not to push the envelope.
Host: Laid back and relaxed with arms crossed over lower abdomen..."You do realize you just sent my ratings through the roof; I really wanna curse, but I can't, so I'll say this. Booyah" He fist-pumped the air, and the audience was eating this shit up. I knew it.
Thinking to himself as his guests smile and hold hands, looking very much together, the host had only one thought.
I knew this motherfucker was cool; I always liked the kid, but this shit right here; Star mother-fucking player.
I’d done some maneuvering of my own behind the scenes, something I hadn’t shared, not even with my butterfly. The next week and a half was nothing but interviews and brown-nosing leading up to premiers, and there was a fever in the air. Everyone was busy running around, too busy to pay too much attention to anyone else’s shit but their own. As long as I used my head, I could pull off the shit I needed to; it wasn’t what I’d envisioned in the beginning, but at least it was a good start.
“Gage, you’re so deep.”
“I know, baby. Does it hurt? Am I hurting you?”
I have to keep reminding myself that she’s still a little fragile, she was gaining back a little weight, but it was going to take time to get back to where she was.
“Not really, it just, it feels deeper than you’ve ever been before, unghh.”
I was serious about breeding her like yesterday. I don’t know what the deepness of my strokes has to do with it if anything, but I felt the need these days to reach as far up inside her sweet little pussy as I could. Maybe it was the position she was in. Her legs were up around my neck, and her ass was on my thighs, leaving my hands free for me to plant them into the bed for purchase so I could fuck as hard and as deep s I wanted.
‘Take it for me, baby, I need it; I’ve missed you, missed being inside you like this.”
“Okay, kiss me.” That took some contortion, but I did it.
“Did I tell you how much I love the way your pussy grabs onto my cock and won’t let go? I love the wet sounds it makes when I stroke in and out of you; I love everything about your sweet pussy; I can’t ever get enough of being in you. Can you feel my cock? Feel how hard he is? That’s only for you, always.” My sweet words always send her over the edge, and this time was no different. She came on a scream, her nails dragging down my back, no doubt drawing blood.
My wild man fucking had a twofold purpose; I know very well that after a good hard fuck she falls into a deep sleep, and I needed her to be out for what I had planned. My target was in the city; the furor over our appearance together a few nights ago was still going strong. Now everyone wanted a piece of us, but not for the same reasons they had the week before. Now we were on the front page for a whole other reason; the front pages were calling it the love story of the century, whatever. Next week they’ll be back to talking shit about us again, lying fucks; if the public was gullible enough to buy into their shit that was on them, I no longer felt like I had anything to prove I had what I wanted. Damn near destroyed myself getting to this point, but once I got over my pride at what other people thought, I was okay with it. What kind of man would I be to punish the woman I love for something she was as much a victim of as I?
When I was sure she was asleep after the bath, I’d given her where I’d fingered her to another orgasm just for insurance; I slipped from the room. I’d sent Terry Poole a note supposedly from someone else. I had had to go through hoops to arrange that shit, so it didn’t fall back on me, but I had done it. Just wear a disguise and not just any pansy-ass disguise, but full makeup, which I’d done myself, I’d walked past my parents, and they hadn’t even known me. While in disguise, I’d filched the asshole’s wallet now. That part had been a bit tricky, but once again, I’d pulled it off. You learn a lot on the sets of movies, and when there’s time between takes, you can learn even more; I’ve learned a fuck of a lot. It’s only in the last few days that I’ve realized most of what I’ve learned is criminal.