Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
The scent of lavender hit her first, and she looked around, only to be a little ... disappointed. There were no pictures on the walls. In fact, his walls were bare. There was not even any artwork. No sign of a man with a past.
He did have furniture. The house could have been a rental, as the furniture was black, the walls white, and the carpets pristine. There was a small table near the main door, and she watched as he put his keys in the brown bowl there. He didn’t have anything else there. No personal belongings. A single jacket hung by the door, one she had seen him wear many times, yet there was nothing else.
“How long have you lived here?” she asked.
“Ten years.”
Of course it had been ten years. That was how long he had been in town. She knew the place was a dump when he purchased it. There had been a lot of gossip about the person who had purchased this place. Some had thought it was a developer who intended to build apartments. Instead, it was Isaac, who built his home. Not only did he transform this dump into an amazing home, he also took on the mechanic garage.
When old man Phill had retired, the man’s sons had moved to the city, and that was where Phill had moved as well. The garage had closed down, much to the town’s dismay. Within months, it was purchased, and everyone was hopeful it would be open soon. No one liked to take their business out of town. She imagined it was one of the many ways it helped the locals fall in love with Isaac. He brought back the garage, didn’t make waves, and seemed like a good guy.
“You have a nice home,” Lucy said, trying to fill the silence.
“Did you ever see it before I arrived?” he asked.
“Uh, not really. I know people said there were rats here. Oh, and ghosts. It was why I steered far away from here. I’m not a ghost girl.” There were always horror stories about this place—elaborate and untrue—but it made for some entertainment around Halloween, and that was about the extent of it.
The truth was, the owner of the house had passed away, and with no family, it had pretty much been left abandoned. It had gone up for sale, but it never seemed to appeal to anyone. For years, she would pass this place with her mom or dad, wondering who would buy it. She never told anyone, but for a short time, she had thought about buying it herself. This was when she was a kid, before the Halloween horror stories. She wanted to have a place to call her own, to raise a family.
Isaac had done an amazing job with the place. He moved toward her and surprised her by pulling out a cell phone and bringing up some pictures.
“This was the kitchen.”
It looked dirty, and there were no kitchen counters, nothing to show it was a kitchen.
“Is that a rat?”
“Yep, I had to call the exterminator so many times, he started to give me a discount for all the work I was sending his way. Rats, mice, roaches, you name it, this place had it.”
“Wow.” He flicked through the pictures and took her on a tour of the place. The work appeared at a professional level. “This is incredible. You really did all of this with no help from anyone?”
“I got the deliveries. I also got an electrician and plumber for the jobs I needed to make sure were done right. Other than that, everything is my own.”
“You have done an amazing job.”
They ended up in his bedroom, and she couldn’t help but smile at him. He’d made a great home for himself, and she couldn’t imagine any of the horror stories ever coming true that used to come with this place.
“You know, I’ve not had a woman here,” Isaac said.
“You haven’t?”
“No, and I think this bed really needs to know what it is like to be made love onto?”
She couldn’t help loving this side of him. “Then I wouldn’t want to disappoint your bed.”
Chapter Eight
Isaac kissed down Lucy’s back. He took his time, as there was no rush. He had her all to himself, inside his home, and he intended to take every advantage of that. For many months, he’d been imagining Lucy naked beneath him, and now he finally had her.
He got to the curves of her ass, knelt on the bed, and ran his hands across her ass, then gripped tightly, hearing her soft breath as she gasped. She was so responsive to his touch, and he gripped her hips, lifting her up, and drew her on her knees.
Moving into position behind her, he spread those delightful curves and cupped her sweet pussy. He pressed a finger knuckle-deep inside her, and she cried out as he added a second one. Spreading his fingers open, he began to work her pussy, getting her prepared to take his cock. When she was slick enough, he pulled out, gripped his stiff cock, and began to slide inside her, going inch by inch, watching himself disappear into her tight cunt.