Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 67263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
I could have fucked the chef just to show my gratitude.
However, the women wouldn’t let me, they guided me forward, luring me toward more pleasures. They yanked at my arms. Others nudged my back. The women in front signaled for me to hurry.
“Okay, ladies.” I grabbed some bacon-wrapped shrimp and headed off. “Maxwell is coming.”
A Love Supreme served as my soundtrack for the sensual promise ahead.
We continued forward.
The waiters followed us.
Any time my champagne went to the half level of the glass, my waiter poured more.
Boris and his group trailed behind us. He spoke to them in Russian and several sighed in pleasure. Others giggled and begged him to say more.
Okay, Boris. I see you. Know your strengths.
We entered the main room.
Here, sexy women lounged on chaises and sofas. There were so many. My eyes darted from here to there. Their perfume danced on the air. It was a mix of jasmine and vanilla, rose and lilac. Laughter mingled with the clinking of glass.
Say what you want about the Pansies, these motherfuckers really do have style.
And these women wore dresses in every color of the rainbow. Some had their hair up in elaborate styles, while others let their hair cascade down their backs.
My dick jumped with anticipation.
My group of lingerie women fluttered away, and I realized that they had just been a pretty marketing advertisement to get the men inside the brothel. They were simply around to lure the customers to the real professionals—the true main attraction.
These pansies are geniuses.
Because even though all of these women wore more clothes than the ones luring us in, Power and heated seduction emanated off them.
None of these women rose or hurried over to serve me like the lingerie chicks. These women knew how expensive they were, how enticing it would be to make a man like me chase. They knew how much men yearned for the hunt along with the pleasure. They understood the primal nature of us.
I needed this.
There was a great power to pussy. I could drown in pussy all night and still want to swim some more. Pussy. Lots and lots of pussy. Beautiful, gorgeous wet lush pussy. Every color and shape imaginable. It was all there for the taking. All mine for one night.
It’s on!
I finished my champagne.
The waiter filled my glass.
I gazed at all of the women again, trying to figure out which ones I would take.
My body zipped with excitement. My heart raced. My dick was ready to explode. I wanted to touch them all, to feel their silky skin under my fingers. I craved to taste their lips, to feel their bodies pressed against mine.
However, one woman caught my attention.
Okay.
She stirred up a storm inside of me.
Her skin was like a cup of rich, dark coffee and I would have drank her down all day. Her eyes were deep and brown like a forest at night. Her long hair was wild and kinky, falling past her shoulders. I imagined the silky strands slipping along my fingers. Her body was curvaceous and voluptuous, and the crimson red gown hugged every inch.
She triggered an intoxicating mix of alluring curiosity and hot raging horniness.
Her. It has to be her.
As if she knew how much I craved her, she rose, showing me more of how her body was a work of art.
I licked my lips.
Right when I thought she was coming to me, she gave me a sexy smile, winked, and strolled away, swinging those hips.
You know you’re bad? Don’t you?
My dick went stiff.
I could have grabbed five, ten, twenty women, and took them all up in a suite.
But, I needed to be inside of only her.
“Thank you, man.” I handed the champagne glass to my waiter and followed her.
Boris called after me. “Where are you going?”
I pointed in her direction. “Wherever she is going.”
His laughter trailed behind me as I rushed off.
Where are you, baby?
At the end of the hallway, she opened a door and then glanced over her shoulder so seductively I almost tore my clothes off and started humping the floor.
Lord! Please don’t hurt me, woman. I got to get back to Italy. I need my strength.
A wicked smile spread across her face like she heard me.
then, she disappeared into the room.
My frantic pace shifted to a light jog. My heart pounded in my chest.
She closed the door behind her.
You’re such a tease.
When I made it to the door, I reached for the handle, turned it quickly, and stepped into the room.
The space was dimly lit. Red velvet curtains draped every inch of the walls. In the center was a large round bed, with a silk comforter in a deep shade of crimson.
She stood in front of me with her gown off.
How did she undress so fast? You know what? I don’t give a fuck.
Now she only wore a sexy red bra and panty combo on that left little to the imagination.