The Throwbacks Read Online Jordan Silver

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 86160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
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I grabbed her hip to slow her down when she went too fast but there was no stopping her. She flung her head back and pushed her plump tit deeper into my mouth as she fucked herself on my cock. I watched her in awe, “so beautiful’. It still hits me every once in a while how lucky I am to have found her.

Six years ago I didn’t foresee this, didn’t know beyond getting her pregnant where we would be. Now here we are, two kids and another on the way and more to come because I love making her pregnant.

“Did you ever realize that you always get pregnant at the cabin?” I might be off a little but the thought just hit me.

“I know, I plan it that way.” That made my cock harder and without warning I turned her over onto her back.

“You do?” I kept fucking into her as she nodded her head yes. In all these years together, I never quite knew if she really had forgiven me or if she was just saying it to ease my guilt. But with this one admission she’d erased any lingering doubt.

“Thank you.” It was heartfelt and I meant it from the bottom of my soul. Something deep in my chest eased and I said a last goodbye to the past. I don’t know how or why I had been blessed twice in one lifetime, but I’ll never stop being thankful for it.

Sitting up I wrapped my arms around her and held her close as our hearts beat together. My whole world, the world I’d thought destroyed beyond repair had been found again in her. She and our kids. I know I’d kill anyone who fucked with them and that’s a given.

“I love you Royce.” It wasn’t the first time she’d said it, but each time was like a new beginning. Her love gives my life meaning in more ways than I can count. “Not half as much as I love you.”

The End

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Home on The Range

Carter Payne is a man who likes to keep to himself. He has a very low tolerance for ignorance and so he chooses to stick to the shadows. Raised pretty much off the grid his whole life, he tends to see things a little different from most.

Now that he's all-alone after the death of his old man, he's thinking it may be time to find him some company. Seeing as he's a throwback to the old days, he’s more interested in doing things the old fashion way.

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Carter

Most people always want to be somewhere, seeing something, being something or doing something else. Anything other than what they are right then and there. No one’s content with their lot in life…. And then you have those who just don’t give a fuck. Like me! Name’s Carter!

I have a whole other way of doing things. I live by my own rules and don’t give that fuck about who likes it or not. It comes from having been raised off the grid most of my life I guess. Out here where I am, it’s just me, and the land and whatever nature sends my way.

When you live the way I did the first half of my life, you learn to make your own rules and they mostly revolve around survival. My rules and this man’s laws don’t necessarily jive together. The law tends to be a bit confused as to what’s right and wrong if you ask me. And that’s where we part company.

For instance, like the time I came back home to the farm early, after heading into town, and caught my fiancée and some pampered dick heating up the sheets. I didn’t say nothing, didn’t make no fuss. I never was one to waste my time and energy.

I just stood in that doorway watching for a minute or so before I called out, ‘hey y’all.’ Then pulled my gun and blew them both to kingdom come. I made sure they were done for, even a wild animal deserves to be put out of its misery after all, and without missing a beat turned right around and took myself off down to the sheriff’s office.

“Sheriff, I just shot me two rabid coons in heat.” That was on account of if anyone had heard those shots outside of hunting season there wouldn’t be much of a fuss about it. Folks tend to stick their nose in sometimes where they not needed.

I’d headed back home to the farm and fed my hogs and that was that. Wasn’t much fuss to be made in these parts since no one knew too much about the gal seeing as she was an outsider and hadn’t been around all that long.

If she hadn’t traipsed her ass into town that one time to lord it over the town folk with her finery they wouldn’t have known she was here in the first place. But like I said, folks around here are nosy and they noticed a lot.


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