Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23956 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23956 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
As a result, I went into a frenzy. I googled “Mildred and Matthew Crain” in Duluth, and the Heavens above answered. The Crains’ address popped up immediately, and I got onto the first flight out of JFK. That’s when the shit hit the fan.
I pounded on the front door of a cozy, one-story home to reveal a pudgy, kindly couple in their mid-50’s. To say Mildred and Matthew Crain were startled to see me is an understatement. They were confused and absolutely sure that I was mistaking them for someone else. But when they realized that I was hellbent on locating their daughter, they admitted that she was with a friend, Elaine, at a movie theater.
Bullshit. Movie theater, my ass. I know a cover-up when I hear one, and immediately, I demanded to see Rose’s room. Haltingly, they led me to her childhood bedroom, and sure enough, her laptop was open on the white desk. With a few keystrokes, I knew exactly where Rose was: at the local Sheraton on a date with a client named “Jack” through some goddamned Duluth escort agency.
The blood rushed to my head. I was so angry that I literally saw red for a few seconds, unable to move. But then I sprang into action and drove to the Sheraton so fast that the wheels on my rental car smoked. I practically assaulted the bartender at the hotel, demanding information. That, and the one hundred dollar bill I stuffed in his pocket, got me Jack’s room number and I began racing up the stairs to rescue my curvy girl. After all, the bartender had dropped an additional hint: Rose looked scared, and this Jack person was more than a little drunk.
That’s when my worst nightmare came true. Jack the Drunk, idiot that he is, left the room door ajar, and I pushed it open to reveal a horrific scene: Rose, completely nude, tied face down to the bed, screaming into a gag. There was a small man behind her, reeking of alcohol, with his pecker out. The thing was no more than two inches, but damned if I was going to let that cocksucker touch her.
Like an angry lion, I tore into the room. My fist lashed out and I punched Jack in the back of his head. But that’s the thing with drunk guys: they’re already halfway to blackout. As soon as my fist met his skull, he keeled over, his eyes rolling up into the back of his head. The small man slumped to the ground like a bag of rocks, already dead to the world.
“Mmmph!” Rose screamed, looking at me over her shoulder, tears of relief pouring down her cheeks. “Mmm!”
That’s when the beast in me took over. I should have untied my beautiful girl. I should have at least pushed Jack out of the way. But instead, I stepped right over that fucker and unzipped my pants. The sight of Rose, nude and lush, with her legs parted and that pinkness gleaming drove me over the edge. I pushed into her, spearing the curvy girl on my shaft as she screamed with pleasure.
I moaned deliriously, adrenaline coursing through my veins.
“I love you, Rose,” came my agonized voice. “Oh god, I love you.”
My curvy girl cried out again, but then gratifyingly, a rush of sweet fluids cascaded over my cock. She wanted this, and I sprang into action. I pushed into her again and again, watching as my glistening hardness pummeled her soft folds. Her cries were cries of ecstasy, and within minutes, we were both soaring to the peak.
“Rose!” I groaned again, ejaculating into her sweet depths. “Oh god, I love you!”
With that, I literally saw stars. Golden lights appeared and disappeared in my field of vision as her pussy clutched me tight, spasming with a climax that tore the Heavens open. Hot fluids ran from her hole, drenching my balls even as I spurted gallons of seed into my sweet girl. After all, this is where I belong, and without Rose, I am nothing.
Epilogue
Rose
To say things ended with a bang would be an understatement. After all, how many girls have experienced what I have? I was tied up and on the verge of being assaulted by a strange man in a strange hotel room. Yet, Damon came to my rescue. The alpha male appeared out of nowhere and saved me from a horrific situation.
I still shudder when I think back to that night. What was I thinking? Why did I sign up with an escort agency in Duluth? What possessed me to go out on a date in a city that I’m unfamiliar with? At the very least, in New York we frequent the same hotels over and over again. The bartenders know us; the bouncers know us; and even the hotel doormen look out for us. In New York, we work in a controlled environment with an army of sentinels.