Don’t Ever Wonder Read Free

it. Janette ended up breaking him down with a massage that left him weak as a lamb. Before he met her he hadn’t slept soundly since leaving D.C., almost a year back. After Kim’s suicide Nate had succumbed to guilt and shame to the point that he had nightmares and anxiety attacks that left him short of breath. Eventually the cooking and pampering that Janette provided softened Nate, and he was able to fight off the guilt and depression that haunted him almost every night. As time wore on he became dependent on Janette and had all but abandoned his old ways of womanizing and running the streets. Although he was officially living in his Aunt Marion’s basement, he slept at Janette’s almost nightly. He’d put on weight like a pregnant woman and had stopped getting his hair cut regularly. It was as if he simply no longer cared about his appearance. The stress of Kim’s death and the guilt for his role in it had begun to wear him down. He was lost in feelings of regret for his treatment of her. Secretly he longed for some relief from the despair, but he’d never had to ask anyone for help. He didn’t know how, and now it was beginning to cost him. The man he’d always been was fading into something far less appealing. It would have been apparent that he was a broken man to anyone who truly knew him. But to Janette, he was a cuddly dream come true.
    She took a glimpse at her clock and knew she would be late for her first patient. Still she leaned over and took him in her mouth. As she began sucking Nate, she thought long and hard about getting married one day. She had an idea what it would take to keep a husband happy and this was her version of it. Nate’s head instantly fell back and his mouth dropped open. She was sucking him so good. He knew that she was trying to take him out fast so that she could get to work. He wanted to slow her down so that he could show her that he was the boss. He attempted to pull himself up but her hands slid up his chest and pressed him back into the bed. With the other hand she began to pump his shaft while making loud slurping and purring noises with her mouth wrapped around the tip of his manhood.
    “Oh, Nett. Oh, Nett.” He moaned out. “No, baby, not like this.”
    She knew she had him. She started bobbing her head up and down using her tongue and the roof of her mouth to drive him over the edge. She had one hand on his nipples, pulling and caressing them. With the other hand she gripped his balls and massaged them, never stopping the suction she had going on.
    The room began spinning. Nate was flat on his back trying to watch in amazement as Janette used her tongue like a weapon of mass destruction. Just as Nate was about to reach his orgasm, he regained his composure and caught her head on the upstroke. He pushed her head back and rolled away.
    “Take those pants off,” he demanded. Her face showed disappointment that she hadn’t made him erupt but she knew her body was in for a delightful pounding. She grabbed her Nextel and smashed a button.
    “Liza,” she said into the phone.
    “Hey, Janette. What’s up?”
    “Are you at the office?” Nate was standing behind her sliding her pants off. She stepped out of them. He then grabbed her thong and began sliding it down as well.
    “I just got in.”
    “Okay, I am running about a half hour late. Call Mrs. Tucker and see if we can push her down to three-thirty. What is she getting anyway?”
    “Fillings. Two of them.”
    “If she can’t make it then…” Janette stopped when Nate’s fingers found her button and penetrated her at the same time. “Whoo.” She said aloud. She mouthed “stop” to Nate but didn’t mean it. “Just do what you got to do. S…s…see you in a little bit.”
    “Girl, you all right over there?” Liza had a feeling what was going on. Liza was Janette’s first and only receptionist and she noticed that Janette had been running late more in the last three months than she had in the previous