Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
After all, who knows when we’ll have a chance to come back to Colombo? The Circle will host more events, of course, but they’ll probably take place in a hotel suite in Pennsylvania. It’ll be dirty, but obviously, this Caribbean island is a treat not to be missed.
Meanwhile, I’m busy butt-fucking Rocky as she moans up a storm when suddenly, she lets out a piercing cry.
“Oh no!”
I immediately stop. “Are you okay? Have I hurt you?” Oh shit, oh shit. What’s wrong?
I move to the side so I can see her lovely features, which are screwed up with confusion and horror. She’s squinting off into the distance, past the tiki lights, but there isn’t anything to see.
“What’s wrong?” I ask again.
She swallows, her throat rippling.
“No, sorry, I’m okay. I just thought I saw someone I know,” she pants.
I stop.
“Like a family member? Or a friend? Co-worker?”
Rocky laughs hoarsely, the scepter still halfway in her ass.
“No, nothing like that. Sorry, go on, lover boy,” she pants. “I’m ready again. Sorry for the interruption.”
But still, I shift in the sand and try to make out the faces of some people across the way. But it’s too dark, and besides, they’re at a distance. Who the fuck cares?
“Forget it,” I rasp. “It’s no one.”
Rocky nods, already bracing her hands on the rock again.
“You’re right, it was no one. It’s nothing. Have I ruined the mood?”
I shake my head and grin wolfishly. “Definitely not, as long as you’re up for more.”
She wiggles that creamy bottom at me again, giggling. “I can take anything you can give me, big boy.”
“That’s my girl.”
I assume my spot behind her once again, but instead of working the scepter further into her ass, I pull it out completely with a loud pop. She’s got a wonderful gape going on, and I stare admiringly at the dark hole of her anus as it pulses and vibrates like a living thing.
Rocky looks over her shoulder and waggles her big bottom. “I thought we were going to keep playing?”
“Fuck yeah, we are.”
With that, I plunge the staff back into her ass as she cries out in startled pleasure.
“Logan! Yes, fuck me with the scepter! I’m Miss Millbrook and this is what I deserve!”
“That’s right, baby. Serve your people well.”
Her moans are all I can hear as I penetrate her ass over and over with the dirty staff. Obviously, this is not what pageant organizers had in mind when they crowned my sweet girl, but who the fuck cares? In my opinion, this woman is the perfect Miss Millbrook and deserves not just the title, but also first, second, and third runner-up too.
Meanwhile, Rocky rubs her pussy furiously and bucks against the scepter, begging me over and over to give her more. My girl is such a slut because all she ever wants is more, and fortunately, I’m happy to provide.
“Logan, I’m going to come. Do you want me to come?”
“Yes, baby. Let yourself go. Now.”
Then, Rocky screams loud and shudders, her ass pulsing on the hot rod as it fucks into her bowels. Meanwhile, I can’t take it anymore either. No one’s touched my fuckstaff, not even myself, but just the sight of my sweet girl taking it up the behind is enough to do me in. My cock jerks, and then my cumshoot pulses, spraying arcs of seed onto the sand as my beautiful lover screams again, enjoying the filth of our actions. I roar with satisfaction while jamming the scepter even deeper into her body, watching as she takes it all.
This is perfect. This is exactly what I came to Colombo to do, and my week with Miss Millbrook has turned out even better than I expected. Rocky’s worth every cent I paid, and even better, I’ll be doling out a very special bonus once we get back as a reward for her sweet and filthy ways.
CHAPTER 7
Rocky
It’s been a week since our return from Colombo, and I’m back to business. It’s not that I’ve forgotten about my time in the Caribbean, hell no. After all, who could forget a week of sin with handsome billionaire Logan Michaelson? My body still craves him, and I touch my pussy at night, pretending it’s his fingers and not my own. Hell, I’ve even fucked my scepter a few times just for the memories, but nothing’s as good as the real thing. I miss the handsome CEO, but we haven’t really kept in touch.
Yet what did I expect? Another twenty-five thousand dollars landed in my bank account a few days ago, and that was the end of our deal. As a result, I’ve gone about my duties as Miss Millbrook with a smile pasted on my face, not to mention a bevy of parroted replies to keep our sponsors happy. But my heart hasn’t been in it, and I only think of Logan.