Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
“I wasn’t always like this, you know. If you’d met me before, you wouldn’t even recognize me.” A glance over my shoulder reveals a soft smile on her face.
“I still would have fucked you.”
She chuckles at my words while her hand slides down until it’s resting at the top of my ass where she pauses before she moves it lower. As she does, she drops the soap and it’s just her hands touching me, lingering on my skin.
I lick my teeth before I turn around and grab her ass, lifting her up and slamming her back into the wall. Sailor’s chest arches against me, whimpering when I lean in and kiss my way up to her neck. She lifts her legs and wraps them around my waist while reaching between us, pulling her soaked skirt up and moving her panties to the side. Running her hand through my hair, she pulls me closer to bite at my neck, clamping her teeth together with such force that she might draw blood. I feel her fingers trail down my chest before they grab my hard cock, inserting it right where she wants me with a gasp of relief.
She’s needy.
I like that.
Needy bitch for my cock.
I wonder if she wanted her husband’s cock as much as she wants mine because the way her pussy is milking my cock right now, I doubt it very much.
Needy little bitch.
Licking my lips, I pull her head back roughly by her wet hair so I can look at her. The hunger I see in her eyes is palpable as her hips grind away on my cock with no inhibitions. Her gaze doesn’t stray as choked moans slip past her lips onto mine. She wants to kiss me—I can feel it—but usually my fucks don’t kiss me, they kiss my cock and that’s it.
And I need to remember that’s what she is.
Just a fuck.
But I’m too slow to stop her.
That’s a lie.
I want to let her kiss me.
Because I know what her pussy tastes like, and if her lips taste just as divine, I’ll gladly take all that she’s offering.
My hands grip her tight ass as she moves up and down, riding my cock like a good girl against the wall. Then she sticks her tongue out and licks around my own before she presses her tempting lips to mine, demanding I kiss her back.
And I do, because why the fuck not?
She’s a nice little reprieve from my life right now. A distraction from what is to come. And what is already here at my doorstep.
“Little slut,” I say to her as she breaks the kiss, coming on my cock with a screaming moan. She likes dirty words. Maybe I should keep her as my little whore. To fuck whenever I want. But as I look into her eyes, her forehead coming to lean on mine, I know I can’t keep her.
She was never mine to have in the first place.
Tonight isn’t meant to include women. That won’t work, though, when I have one living here. By her choice or not. She would stay in her room if I told her to, of that I have no doubt, but what’s the point of having a toy if you can’t show her off?
Roberto wolf whistles, and I know she’s entered the room. I don’t even have to turn around to know it because I smell her the minute she stands close to me. I make no move to touch her because that’s not what we are.
Glancing down, those heels I love are on her feet.
Rented.
I didn’t even know that was a thing.
With the amount of money I gave her husband, she shouldn’t need rented shoes.
Just goes to prove what a dick he actually is.
“Am I the only woman here?” I can feel her breath tickle the back of my neck as she asks me.
“Yes. You might want to show a bit more of your tits if you want to stay.” I look between her tits to see her cleavage is indeed showing, but more would be better. Her eyes drop down as well, and she mumbles to me, “I think what I have on is fine.”
“Suit yourself.”
A bell is sounded, and everyone heads to the dining room. I place my hand on her lower back and start pushing her in that direction. We’ll drink, we’ll eat, then we’ll drink some more. I’m only allowing her to stay for the eating portion of the evening. After that, she will be told to go back to her room. “Best behavior.”
She doesn’t reply, just continues looking straight ahead, not acknowledging me.
“Or I’ll fucking spank you.”
Her lip twitches, and before I can even think about addressing it, Lucas is there in front of us, stopping her while I keep walking to the table.
Lucas.
Yep, Lucas is interesting. A part of the family as is every single person here. But Lucas is a little different, twisted, even more than usual, you might say.