Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
4
Dylan
Straightening my tie, I close the door behind me. My heart is still beating, but I pretend like nothing happened. Like I didn’t just fuck that curvy make-up girl while my team waited for me outside. I glance at them now, clearing my throat, and see that they remain professional, pretending that nothing’s wrong. But they avoid my eyes, and one dude’s entire face is red . It doesn’t matter - I didn’t come this far by caring what my employees think of me.
“How much time do I have?” I ask Nathan, my assistant, as he hands me my coffee.
“Everyone’s ready for you, sir,” he answers. I nod and follow him through to the studio.
There’s a spring in my step. I feel invigorated. Whoever that Fiona girl is, what she did to me in there took me completely by surprise. I can’t remember ever having wanted a girl like that. I was a fucking caveman for sure. Because all these years I’ve been dating the kind of girls that come with my kind of billionaire lifestyle: tall model types, leggy, slender, and of course, blonde. It’s not that I don’t enjoy women. It’s not that I hate sex or anything like that. It’s just that this was more than that. I’ve never really given curvy brunettes much thought before, but with Fiona, there was no thought involved, period. From zero to hundred, suddenly she was all I’d ever wanted. I can’t explain it.
As I stand in the spotlight and let the lighting and camera people fiddle around, my mind wanders back to Fiona again. When I walked in and saw that angelic face, I was immediately intrigued. Of course, she was surprised. But I’m used that. Women are often taken by my good looks, and Fiona was no exception. Her big brown eyes were as round as plates, and her full lips parted in a pouty, perfect O-shape of shock.
But the expression looked good on her. And frankly, I lost it pretty quick. With that soft, fragrant skin so close to mine, I couldn’t focus on anything but her innocent, angelic nature. I had to force myself to keep my eyes on her face, because the gorgeous, huge natural tits under her dress begged for my full attention. And afterwards, seeing and sampling that tight pussy? I was in heaven.
But now it’s time to get to work. The cameras start rolling and I breeze through the spot in just a few takes. Everyone claps, visibly impressed with how fast and well it goes. But it’s no sweat. Things come easy to me, and I had Fiona like a tailwind at my back. She made me feel so masculine, dominant, and confident. Fucking her had been the main event, and the filming was just an afterthought. Damn. I haven't felt like this in years.
Nathan scampers over with a broad grin.
“Well done, sir! We’re going to the Selena for lunch cocktails. May I have the car brought around?” Obviously we’re celebrating the quality of the shoot, but I'm not in the mood. This Fiona girl has me focused on one thing - I need to see her again. I decline Nathan’s offer and tell him I’ll make my own way home. He’s confused, but then again, I don’t care what my employees think.
With long strides, I make my way back to the make-up room. It’s been almost an hour since Fiona and I were together, so I’m not surprised to find her gone when I walk into the room. She must have packed up her things and left right afterwards. Damnit! I need to find her again and figure out if she want more of the same. Or if she regrets what happened.
I hail a taxi and head back to the office. It’s quiet because the team’s out at the celebration lunch. Frankly, I’m glad to have some peace and quiet. I sit back in my office chair, feeling the cool, black leather through my suit as the A/C blasts. How do I go about this? I can’t just call up Fiona’s company and ask to speak to her, that would be weird. Even more, I don’t want to freak her out like some creepy old stalker. So what do I do?
Because I need her bad. Here, in the solitude of my office, my body starts reacting to the memory of our session together. Goddamn, the way her soft body had felt under my hands. Those huge, heavy tits, those hips and soft thighs, and that tiny, impossibly tight little cunt. I’m aware of how huge my dick is, but even so, the way I had to work myself into her was incredible. I’ve never experienced a pussy that tight before. Even thinking about it now, makes me hard.
I rub my growing rod as it expands down the leg of my trousers, inching down my thigh. Jacking off won’t do - I need the real thing. I need to see Fiona again and make sure she didn’t feel taken advantage of - that I'm not just some sleazy millionaire taking advantage of the make-up girl. I’m not that guy who thinks he has the right to fuck anything that moves, just because I can. And I need her to know that.