Текст книги "Slut"
Автор книги: Jettie Woodruff
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Jettie Woodruff
This book is a work of fiction. References to real people, events, establishments, organizations, or locations are intended only to provide a sense of authenticity, and are used fictitiously. All other characters, dead or alive are a figment of my imagination and all incidents and dialogue, are drawn from the author’s mind's eye and are not to be interpreted as real.
All Rights Reserved.
Copyright © 2015 Jettie Woodruff
No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author.
Acknowledgements
To all my readers. Without you none of this would be possible. Thank you! I hope you love this family as much as I do. You guys are the ones that make it all happen. Don’t know what I would do without you. To everyone behind the scenes, who work hard for me every day to help get my name out there. You guys Rock! Amy Davis, Catharine Gray, Lesley Edwards, Katie Theobald, Connie Thompson, Philomena Callan, Mellissa Ericson, Dana Lynn, everyone on my street team, my beta readers, and all my dirty girls, THANK YOU!
Laurrie, my twin from Florida. We’ve got this!
My little elf helpers and my friends.
Erin McFarland
Nikki Reeves
Sheila Howell
THAN YOU FOR DOING ALL THAT YOU DO FOR ME!
To the blogs, big and small, I love you all!
My amazing editor Jenna Dixon. Thanks for working under pressure for me. I <9 you!
My favorite proofreaders.
Jillian Toth, and Stacy Leier, you guys ROCK!
To all my author friends who help me along the way. There is way too many to list, and I would forget someone. You know who you are. I wish everyone could be like you. The world would be a better place.
To my neglected family. I love you, thanks for sticking by me while I live this crazy dream.
I promise to make it up to you.
DEDICATION
This book is dedicated anyone who wants to live in a better world.
I hate what’s going on and don’t understand it. What if we were all nice? What if we all went out of our way to help someone in need? What if jealousy didn’t exist? What if we wanted to see everyone succeed? What if we worried about our own karma?
Help someone today and screw the ego. It sucks.
To my mom and dad, I love you to the moon and back. I’m sure glad I got stuck with you guys.
Contents
Prologue
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Eighteen
Epilogue
Prologue
I was convinced Gabriella was sent to me from heaven at just the right time in my life. I didn’t know she had come from hell. That wasn’t my fault. How was I supposed to know that?
It was shortly after my wife had informed me of yet another affair. That made two that I knew of. The sad thing about it was I would have let her do it again. That’s how much I loved her. I begged and pleaded for her to stay, to move to Florida with me and get away from her family, her friends, and her stupid school girl dreams. I knew if I could just get her there we’d be okay, that we would make it.
Gabriella came in at the end, precisely the time it all started to unravel. I knew as soon as one ended, the other one would begin. Maybe that’s why my failed marriage wasn’t so hard on me. Three unsuccessful relationships, and one marriage. I’d had enough for a lifetime, but she was different. Gabriella wasn’t like any girl I’d ever been with. She was intoxicating from the moment I laid eyes on her. I only had to make her mine, plant my seed inside her, and mold her the way I saw fit. She’d never be able to leave. I would take care of her, and she would take care of me. It was the perfect situation. She had nobody, and I had an eight-month-old with a slut, trashy mom. It was a win, win for everyone involved. Especially me.
Women were sluts, and I had to accept that fact. That’s what they did. If they had a pussy, they fucked, opened their legs for every dick that came near them. This wasn’t my first rodeo. I watched my mother’s boyfriends come in and out of our house for years. I heard the noises, I knew what they were doing. Every single time my dad pulled out of our driveway in that semi-truck. She fucked around on him until I was fifteen, and then divorced him, taking everything her lazy ass fucked on, including my dad’s bank account.
Gabriella was there, right when I needed her to be. The fact that she came to me like a wounded little bird, young and vulnerable, wasn’t in her best interest. She was an instant drug to me, one that I couldn’t control. The urges ignited my fire with the way she did everything I told her to do. Everything. Gabriella needed me as much as I needed her, and I trained her very carefully. She was everything I needed and more. She was mine. To say things worked in my favor would be an understatement. I had the cake thrown in my lap, and I fucking ate it. Every tiny little crumb. I would own her, that much was a fact. The part I didn’t know was how fast and willing she was. She didn’t even bat an eye when I told her, not asked, I told her, we were getting married.
I probably shouldn’t have driven that night, but I did. My neighbor, Lane, and I met up after work. He was celebrating his new partnership, and I was drinking my wife away. Whisky of all things. Like I didn’t know better than that. We weren’t really friends, and for the life of me, I don’t know why I kept trying. Whisky pissed me off, and made me a little mean, yet I chose to order it, time and time again. At least six Jack Daniel’s on the rocks. Just like my daddy used to drink. Drunk fucker.
“Hey, you could get with that girl staying in your cottage. Marry her.” Lane suggested from nowhere.
We were talking about some med student he read about. Some kid that hypnotized an old man, or was it a woman? Anyway, the old person had that disease where they go crazy and lose their memory. He helped the dude find his way home from five states, or five hundred miles, something like that. He just spit it out. Like he’d been waiting for the right time.
“Gabriella? You mean the slut that sucked your dick? The one you fucked the hell out of while your new wife was in Tennessee, picking out new furniture for her new home? That one, Lane?” I asked with a laugh that I didn’t even recognize. A whiskey laugh. Evil with an ego the size of Texas.
“Fuck you, man. I love my wife.”
“Yeah, sure you do. Cheers to you and your new wife.”
“Whatever, you’ve been tapping that ever since she showed up here. I know you have. I only fucked up once. I mean, it’s not a terrible idea. She’s a nice girl, she’s gorgeous, and talk about low maintenance. Dude, Candace just spent twelve hundred bucks on a fucking purse. Why does she need a twelve-hundred-dollar purse?”
Gabriella’s dark eyes crossed my mind at the same time as the stupid idea. If you looked at her from across the room, you would swear her eyes were as black as coal, but when she was close, holy smokes. They were more of a dark pine. Gabriella had the most beautiful eyes on a female I had ever seen. That’s what I noticed first about her. Those damn eyes. I know at no point in time did she ever try to make them look sexy, but they were. Natural sex appeal dripped from the girl. She didn’t have to try.
“And I thought I was the drunk one.”
“What? Tell me you don’t think that girl is sweet. I study people for a living. I’m an expert at reading people. Gabby’s a good catch. I bet she’d make you a lovely wife, give Rowan a couple siblings, and be the model PTA mom. She’s the type for that.”
I drank one more and then argued with Lane who was the safer one to drive. I won. It was my truck. Lane talked about going home and drunk fucking his wife stupid, and I once again thought about her. Rowan did need a brother to look out for her. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea. I mean, where else would I ever find another one this desperate? I wouldn’t. Ever. And I knew it.
We made it to our cul-de-sac safe and sound, I dropped Lane off at the end of his driveway, only because I didn’t want to try to back out, and went home alone.
“How is she?” I questioned the new sitter.
She answered in broken English, explaining that Rowan was well, sound asleep in her crib. I paid her, sent her on her way, and went for another drink. Like I needed that.
The shadow on the tile right outside the door caught my eye as I poured another glass of Jack.
I slid the door open to my slutty, little, stowaway, instantly hiding a happy smile. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“I—I was, I just—I.”
“Get in here, you’re letting the bugs in,” I ordered, already feeling the twitch in my dick. I was fucking that. Any and everywhere I could. Drunk sex, where anything goes.
“I need to tell you something.”
Gabriella stood in front of the door, hands wringing while her body trembled. I slid my ass to the new island I’d just installed, soaking up every little move. I fucked with her for a little bit, letting her shake in her shoes while I enjoyed the theatrics.
“Okay, I’ll let you tell me anything you want. Show me your tits first.”
My cock grew when she didn’t move. Her eyes stayed on the floor and her pale yellow sundress swayed back and forth with her nervous body.
“Look at me, Gabriella.”
Her eyes shifted to mine and my heart beat loud in my chest. God, she was fucking gorgeous, her dark haunting eyes fueled my fire.
“Good. Do you want to show me your tits? I think I would like that very much. Can you do that for me? Hmm?”
Her head shook up and down as her hand went to the thin straps over her shoulder. She fucking did it. The girl did every fucking thing I told her to do, and I fed on it, craving more with every single morsel.
Two of the most perfect boobs I’d ever seen slowly emerged from behind the thin material, instantly beading into pink little buds. The more I fucked with her, the more my dick hardened, becoming uncomfortable behind my jeans.
“You like that? Hmm? You like letting me see your tits?”
Her eyes stayed down, and adrenalin rushed my veins like heroin.
“Look at me.”
Fuck… my cock was ready to explode. Her eyes looked to mine, and my dick grew to full capacity.
“It’s okay if you like it. That’s what sluts do. You can like it. Do you know what else they do?” I questioned as my ass slid from the slippery marble. I had to stand before my dick broke in half, and at the time, I believed that was a possibility. That’s how uncomfortable it was.
The drunken sway from the spinning room caused me to stumble a little, but I was right swift in recovering. Her head bowed without a word, nothing but an audible swallow. I walked to her and lifted her eyes to mine with a finger below her chin. Instant gratification from the control I had over her flooded my mind.
“Did I say look away? Hmm? Answer me.”
“No.”
My fingers pinched her chin and my lips kissed her. She stood there, letting me do whatever I wanted. My wife would have already slapped me across the face, but not Gabriella. Gabriella didn’t say a word, not even a flinch. I could taste the whiskey when I kissed her, sure she could taste it, too.
“Good little slut. Now show me your pussy.”
I lied. My cock hadn’t reached its full potential, not until that very moment. She fucking took a step back and slid her dress over her hips. I was speechless. She fucking did it.
“Keep your eyes right here, baby. Right on mine. Keep going, get rid of the panties, too,” I coaxed with a quick sidestep. I took a couple steps back and watched her ass, waiting for her to bend over and slide them off her ankles. I laughed and took another swig of my drink when she didn’t do that. She danced them off her hips, trying to keep from bending over, too embarrassed to show me her little cunt. It didn’t matter though. I planned on seeing a lot more than that.
One arm wrapped around her body while my hips pressed into her ass. I stumbled a little when I moved us forward, trying to get rid the drink in my hand. I didn’t want it anymore. I wanted pussy. Gabriella stumbled with me, catching herself on the island with both hands. I bent at the knee and ran my cock up her backside, sliding my tongue clear up her spine. Her feet were kicked out to my approval and I did the same with her hands, ordering her not to move.
I had a hard time reading her. One minute I could have sworn I heard a moan, and then I touched her. She jumped and I watched her eyes slam shut through the black glass in the microwave. This had been like five or six times that I had fucked her now, and she was never wet. Driest bitch I’d ever been with.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? Get it wet.”
Her hair flipped around to her back when she jerked her head, a little bit of rebellious sass hidden below a frown.
“Are you deaf? I said make your pussy wet.”
“I—I, how?”
“I don’t know, it’s not my problem, it’s yours. You’re not fucking normal. You should be dripping wet by now. Why aren’t you, Gabriella? You don’t like me? Huh?” I questioned through slurred words, speaking slower than I needed to. I could hear it, I just couldn’t fix it. I was too drunk for that.
“I like you.”
I had to smile, she was so determined when she said it. It was cute.
“That makes me feel special. Why don’t you taste my cock? Let’s see if we can’t get that pussy wet. Come on, now,” I repeated with a jolt of my hips right into her ass.
Gabriella turned, but I had to guide her shaky hands to the snap of my jeans. I pulled her hair from the back of her head and shoved my tongue half way down her throat, feeling a sense of intoxicating power. Both nipples beaded between my fingers as I twisted hard, quick rapid breaths felt on my chest. My eyes looked down to her trembling hands, and I helped her take me into her hand, moaning with the feel of her soft skin around my shaft. My hand closed around hers, and I directed her on how to stroke me, sliding my jeans over my hips to give her better access.
“That’s it. Just like that. Hmm, baby, that’s good,” I said in a chant, teasing her mouth with my tongue between words. “You want it in your mouth, don’t you, slut?”
I kissed her again and then pulled back, looking her straight in the eyes while I halted our hands working my hard rod. “That is a direct question, Gabriella. When I ask a question, I expect answers. Do you understand me?”
I have no idea where my brashness came from, but I used it like a pro. Like I’d treated women like this my entire life. It was her own fault, a girl that looked like Gabriella, who submitted to every word I said, deserved to be treated like a slut. She could have stood up for herself. She could have said no. She didn’t. Not once.
“Yes, Pax.”
That went through me like a streak of lightening. My hand wrapped around her throat, and I shoved her backward, little pressure behind my threat, but enough to scare the hell right out of her. I had no intentions of hurting her, yet the fear in her eyes was euphoric.
“Did I tell you to call me, Pax? Did I?” I said again with my lips a fraction from hers.
“No.”
“My name is Paxton to you, and don’t you ever call me that again. Got it?”
Again, the power I felt over her went straight to my head.
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Paxton, yes Paxton.”
I smiled on her lips, grabbing a fistful of hair, and kissed her. “That’s better, baby girl. Now you gotta ask for it.”
“Ask for what?” She questioned with those damn dark eyes that drove me instantly insane. If this girl only knew how hot she was. She didn’t need to be here taking my shit. She could have been on the arm of any man she wanted, but she wasn’t. She was with me. I had her. Right there in my kitchen to do with what I wanted. Lucky for me whiskey was like Viagra to me. I could go two or three times before I finally passed out. That’s what I planned to do, too. At least twice.
“My cock. Ask me if you can suck my dick.”
“Can I suck your dick?”
I swear my blood pumped faster, surging my entire body with junkie adrenaline. I was a junkie. “I would love for you to suck my dick,” I countered as the grip I had in her hair tightened and I brought her to her knees, jacking off around her lips before I gave it to her.
That’s when the thought hit me and I knew where my load would end up, at least one of them. The other one was spoken for. I was smashed. That’s what I blamed it on. The thought of purposely knocking her up was crazy, even for a drunk. Unlike Rowan’s unexpected arrival, this one could be planned. She would never leave her kid, not like Rowan’s skank whore mom did. Lane was right, Gabriella was perfect, and I was about to make her mine.
Something told me the first time should go inside her pussy, but I had something else on my mind, and couldn’t get it off. I’d seen it on porn a million times, but I had never had a girl that would have allowed it. The degrading part of it was the part that made the final decision. As fucked up as it was, as immoral and sick as it looked on the outside, it still felt addicting on the inside. The submission in her eyes was the addiction, and I devoured it.
I fucked her mouth while I finished my drink. Nice and slow, and then slow and to the back of her throat, and then fast while my hand held her hair, shoving her head to my shaft, and my cock half way down her throat. And then slow again.
I pulled my cock from her mouth and stroked it, tapping it on her tongue. “Is your pussy wet?”
“I don’t know,” she shyly replied.
“Get on your feet and open your legs,” I ordered.
I had to tell her to hold my hips for balance when she fell over a little. She held on with one hand, like she was afraid to touch me, but that was okay, I needed her other hand.
“Play with your pussy, slut.”
I didn’t know whether she was wet or not, I didn’t really care. Watching her slide her fingers between her legs was enough for me. I stroked my cock harder while lifting myself a little, letting my nuts fall over her lips. I had to direct her to suck on them, but she did it. The slut did everything. I had a diamond in the rough, and I was keeping it. I jerked hard on my cock, knocking her off her feet when I felt it coming, right to her ass.
“Oh, fuck, baby. Keep your legs open,” I ordered while pumping hard with my fist. I stood right above her, shooting my load to her face, bathing her in my come. It was so fucking hot, and I was nowhere near being done. My cock wasn’t either. It never shrank, not one bit. Hell, it was still hard as a rock from excitement. I squeezed the last bit into my hand and knelt to her pussy, massaging it up her slit. I swear my cock twitched right toward it, wanting in.
“Turn around and get on your hands and knees,” I said, looking down to her come coated face, adrenaline pumping wildly through my veins. I was never letting this cunt out of my life. Never.
Gabriella did as I told her, only I made her lay her face first on the floor and stick her ass up for me to look at. I fucked with her for a while like that, sticking a finger in her pussy every now and then while I walked around her, jerking my cock to stay hard in my hand, and slapped her ass. I opened her and spit down the pucker in her ass, watching it run down her cunt, and over her clit. I did that a few times, just because I could, and because it reminded her of what she was. A slut. I used a couple well-rounded utensils on her from the kitchen, fucking her tight little pussy with the handle of a cold metal spoon, and spanking her ass. It was fucking amazing, and she let me. Not once did she protest. Not once. That may have been the reasoning behind my actions, the excuse I told myself to make it okay.
I finally fucked her, thinking about planting my seed inside her womb, making her mine, probably a decision I should have slept on, revisited in the morning. I didn’t. I fucked her in every possible position I could put her in, and then I came hard, making sure I was deep inside her pussy, leaving my manhood behind. She never did come, but I didn’t really give a fuck. I liked that about her. No emotion. Just what I wanted, what I’d been looking for my entire life, and it was so easy. Gabriella Delgardo never had a chance.
I held myself inside her, slowly pulling out as I softened, feeling the effects of my friend Jack. I needed to pass out, and Rowan needed to sleep in. I slid out, tapped her asshole with the head of my cock, squeezing the last drip to her sphincter, and stood. I slid into my jeans, and stretched my back with an arch and a grunt, “Get the fuck out of here. Oh, wait. I promised you could tell me something. What’d you do, blow the breaker down there again?”
“No.”
“Then what? Spit it out. I have an eight-month-old that will be up in about five more hours, if I’m lucky. What?”
“I’m going to have a baby.”
That knocked the wind right out of my lungs. That wasn’t at all what I expected to hear. Not even close.
“What?”
